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I arrived at the scene of the ungodly sin. The church stood tall looking down on me proudly as if to show off it's height. As graceful in it's elegant form the darkness that surrounded it seemed teasingly evil. This in truth made the church surreal. Untrustworthy. Like an innocent angel holding a devils dream. The virgin Mary stood by the big oak doors, loosely dressed in white. Her stone face fixed in an expression of kindness and love, that gave me a little comfort for what I was about to see inside'