Keep praying because we aren't out of the woods yet, and Viganò could mysteriously catch cancer, if you know what I mean.
So pray and pray and fast and fast. I'm preaching to myself: I need to fast. Some of these fiends are not driven out except by prayer and fasting.
In the meantime:
NaNa Na Na, NaNa NaNa, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye (click!!)
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Grant this, O lord.
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This will sound odd, but pray for me that I might pray:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-bloggers/3332938/posts