Lamby Pies go South

Deliverance started long before the sun came up each morning. In numerous secluded corners, quiet alcoves where solitary young men sat or kneeled, muttering. Or they stood silently rocking back and forth in the shadows with their arms crossed, holding themselves like a comforting friend. They grasp at fleeting moments crying out, not even praying as the word is commonly known but crying out, pleading with the almighty for deliverance.