“Let’s rip it up! Go-go have a go-go time on a go-go Saturday night, baby! I’m going to rock it up! I’m going to rip it up! I’m going to shake it up!”
The shadow hovered above Richard. He felt his freezing cold sweats turned to warmth, and the shadow whispered, “Be not afraid, child, I will lead you to the promised land.”
Richard bowed his head and said, “Thank you, sweet Jesus!”
Reverend Snow screeched:
“Go-go have a go-go time on a go-go Saturday night, baby! I’m going to rock it up! I’m going to rip it up! I’m going to shake it up!”
A chorus of amens sounded off, and the ghostly flock rose from the pews.
Quietly, Snow said, “God knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men, and yes, men lures women, children, and the sick to their tyranny,” he lifted a finger and pointed it straight at Little Richard. He held up his left hand, palm out to reveal a large blinking Eye.
“He is a part of this tyranny! He is misleading our youth! He is taking them straight to Hell!”
The Eye cackled.