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Dec 2012
Im flawed, cursed in sins I comit again and again....consciously unaware...that i have no control...the only weapon I produce is prayer..and I sometime fail to that...when Im under attack...so i just fall in to another PWO camp and wait...roting away...day after day because I forgot to pray...but then the enemy's flag is captured and I am set free...because everyday i was in the wretched place I prayed...and it was heard. I cry thank you to the most high..he who has delivered me...But Im so flawed in Sin..that I wand up in the enemy's camp again...and again...and again....consciously unaware...that all I must do is pray..
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Quentin Briscoe
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