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On a quiet afternoon in 1849

Father Serafian rode his steed

Galloping with haste through the countryside

The exorcist sought to save

A soul in need

Midway through the journey, the sky grew dark

And the priest was assailed by a storm

Lightning, rain and thunder had caught him off guard

Yet within he knew that this

Was from demons, born

Grasping in his hand

A blessed crucifix

With pious defiance, withstand

He prayed for deliverance

By the will of God

The violent tempest was gone

And Father Serafian gave thanks

Then pressed on

"I shall serve my Lord

And have this demon disposed

Deliver this poor soul in the name of

The Father, Son and Holy Ghost"