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We can think like angels but the devil has said 'Take off your wings come into my bed.'
We can act like angels and refuse instead, reject the pleasurable devil and remain in our bed.
We can spread our wings and soar with grace or discard our wings and in the mirror face
the eyes of betrayal, the look of disgust, the lure of the devil and our sinful lust.
The weak will succumb and lose their wings. The faithful will become and angel that sings.
Edwina Reizer
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Thursday, June 24, 2010 |
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Saturday, August 07, 2010 |
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