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Dec 2018
Today I seek, to thee, advise...
To gird up thy *****, and arise!
Night will come, when no man can work...
But he that winneth souls, is wise!

Satan surely, blinded their eyes...
He is the father of ALL lies!
And behind the scenes, he will lurk...
Masquerading, his disguise!

We must run, to obtain the prize...
Focused and with, no compromise!
This evil world, has gone berserk...
O Lord, we pray you’ll hear, our cries!
Rebecca Schneider
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Rebecca Schneider  50/F/Texas
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     Sergio Gonzalez and Andrew Rueter
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