Im the messiah

The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning shepherds warning.
If only I hadn't looked at the sky that morning, everything afterwards seemed to be similarly ominous. I spoke to God that morning, after breakfast, he didn't answer any of my questions. I was confused; Messiahs aren't supposed to be confused.
I had been the the Messiah for a few years then, since I was eight, it was my brother Joseph for a while but then he made contact with a girl, and hence lost his position as the Messiah. So, with me being the Messiah I was supposed to have all the answers, which I normally would have had , but this time I was stumped. The sky foretold evil, and the last time it had done that, god spoke. I started to ponder the seeming non-existence of the superior of late, and that thought that I'd dismissed for all these years crept reluctantly into my mindset. What if? What if this, perfect, pre-lapsarian state of mind was really a sham, a distopia where nothing is holy or godly; nothing was created, it was all natural; evolution. My inner cynicism took a breath, a long deep breath, which allowed it to reserve a permanent seat in my mentality, it had taken over.
That afternoon i made a decision, a bad decision. I staggered, weighed down by my new burden, into town. I stood at the entrance to the synagogue, and Rabbi Chaim smiled sycophantically, he ushered me in. I arrogantly positioned myself in front of the gathering and they fell silent.
' None of this is real. Adonai is a meaningless myth.'' Before i could carry on my ear was grasped and dragged out of the synagogue.
Rabbi Chaim visited me in my cell that night he told me of my ordeal to be had the next morning. He then walked off leaving only a solemn glance behind.
That morning i was awoken by the crowds outside my window. A rattle on the bars of my cell alerted me that i was to proceed to the courtyard. I arrived outside to silence, I empathised with their loss of hope. I was lifted into the cylinder of straw and placed in the middle, I looked around at the faces that still believed, they believed that what was about to happen was just. Rabbi Chaim bent to light the bottom of the straw. An unpleasant tingle ran up my legs. The inferno swarmed me, all i could see through the fire was the clouds hovering like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning shepherds warning.