The cloud overcast, and with rain droplets
On the street of gallium valley
Silence in the atmosphere
Except the sound of a noisy boot worn by a priest
Walking swiftly down the wet lonely street
A little book in his hand
Wrapped around it
Is the hanging rosary
Swinging above the ground
With the expectation of something sinister have him surround
Looking behind all is clear
But a priest on a mission seem to fear
Reaching the end of a frightened journey
Begins a chapter of another story
Scream piercing through the walls of the antique building
Looking up to the broken window is the appearance of a child
Dressed in white looking down at the priest
Entering through the wooden gate, then like magic she is no more.
A rushing wind approaches
As the priest force himself through the door
Entering the house of wooden floor
Where the door slams behind, and a…
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