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I sighed, as my father walked behind the altar.

"Now let us pray."

His voice was clam, and soothing.

I kneeled down with the rest of the church, silently mumbling prayers, feeling the cold

emptiness in my words.

"At these dreadfull times, my dear brothers and sisters..."

I felt my thoughts slipping away, as I looked back up, to listen.

"I must ask of you to hold an extra caution towards the evil spirits wondering around.

Pray. Pray for your lost brothers and sisters, effected by the evil poison, taking their will away.

Pray for the strength, not to let Satan's evil spirits inside of you.

Stay away from everyone with the dark symptoms, and do not fail to report them to me, or

any other sentry exorcist. We shall help them find their way back, and remove the thing 

haunting their mind, and soul, before it's too late."

"Amen."

Everyone mumbled, getting up.

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