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I wrote this after listen to Engel by Rammstein a while ago. The images are what goes through my head whenever I listen to the song, seemed like a short film.

The doors of the Church flew open as the former preacher walked in he whistled to him self as the perditions of this Church looked at him. He pulled out the paired pistols his father had given him, they gleamed silver in the candlelight.
“Sinners all of you, you have left the path that God set out for you all.” He yelled at the shocked Church-goers. The Angels over his shoulders whispered to him. “The Lord will forgive you this task you do in his name.”
His footfall was the only sound in the church as the new preacher just looked at guns in the hands of the man he had come to replace. There was a glow about the former Leader of this flock; he looked just like the Saints in the stained glass window.
The first shot rang out in the church killing a man in the last pew. The sounds seem to freeze everyone in place as the Preacher began to walk down the center of the pews. “That man was the worse kind of Sinner, he had lost his faith long ago but keep coming to keep up appearances.” The twin barrels of pistol seem to draw everyone eyes to them as they wavered about the Chapel. They held the whole church with the power of life and death,
The Former Preacher seem to be praying as he aimed at different people in the pews. He would stop and listen to the Angels over his shoulder and when they joined him in his prayers he would shoot the person they prayed for. He had become Gods hand in passing out his judgment on these poor sinners. The ones, who had cheated, stole, committed adultery, and murdered innocents. The Angels and the Preacher were praying for all the souls of all there and that they would find more mercy in death, more then they had shown in life. Finally found himself at the alter look at the man who replaced him. The Angels become silent again as the two men of God looked at each other.
“There is nothing left for me to do here.” The Preacher then flipped both pistol around and laid them on the Alter Cloth. The inlayed silver of the pistol match the Cross-that was pride of this Church. He knelt down and seemed to wait for something, he pulled a simple wooden cross out from his blood stained shirt. His eyes were closed as people fled the death that had come to their peaceful church. The new Preacher looked at the dead bodies in the pews and saying a pray for their souls, grabbed the closest pistol and Shot the killer Preacher in the head. The Angels bowed their heads at this, knowing it was all planned to end this way.