SATAN SPEAKS LISTEN....

As he approached the gilded wooden door of the courtroom a man in a cassock worn inside out broke through the security line declaring, "Hail Satan!".  Satan paused and slowly lowering his gaze as if appraising a racing horse, locked eyes with the man.  The man faltered in balance but could not break the bond seemingly formed between the two of them, he could not move at all.  The images began pouring into Satans mind, the lovely young girl, barely begun in the evolution from child to woman.  The greed in the eyes of the father as he forced the girl to disrobe, the agony in her eyes as her father placed her on the wooden cross in the basement.  The screams, the pleas as the nails were driven into her wrists, her ankles.  The man began to tremble, drool sliding down his weak chin.  Terror filled his heart as Satan leaned ever so slightly toward him.  His mouth moved not, yet the man clearly heard the voice of Satan, "You fool.  Never advertise your weakness as a strength.  No agnostic delimma will be cured by pledging your allegiance for me."  As the hot piss began seeping through the cassock and pooling on the floor Satan broke his gaze and gave his attention to the door waiting to be opened.  The man collapsed on the floor as Satan threw open the courtroom door.