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Satan's Apple


Satan has a tactic that kills God's people.
It is a horrifying gift he gives to the saints
that rots their flesh and weakens their spirits.
Satan uses this weapon often, and we cling to it.
It makes us bleed, weakens our pulse, and makes it hard to breath.
He gives us decisions,
and we are fooled to
believe that we must decide.

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