Beloved, I implore you as aliens and strangers and exiles (in the world) to abstain from sensual urges (the evil desires, the passions of the flesh, your lower nature) that wage war against the soul., 1 Peter 2:11...drive s*xual predators to patrol...lark in the oddest places, like trolls. From public restrooms to social networks, where they scroll...the menu. For there is no safe venue...the church building to the class room...there too, perverts loom. Ravenous lions, roaming the streets, for something innocent to eat...and little boys and girls, make tasty treats. Yes, they seek...to feast upon the meek...so, aggressively I must preach...no time to be embarrassed or discrete! For my beloved, the devil will get no chance to eat. Because Momma, plans to beat...him at his own game...pray and rebuke his legions in Jesus' name...and teach my children to do the same. Scream at the top of their lungs...and run, from evil! Put your trust in God, not people...who will try and pull the wool...over their eyes...tell the native, lies...to get them to comply So, I choose to advise...wage war and watch dateline...on a regular!
Life has become stranger than fiction, Mommy Dearest
