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Eradication of Women

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Eradication of the Woman
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The biological woman is being eradicated second by second with secularistic folly.
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The woman is being black-washed with worldly paint that is stained with sinful strips of stupidity. 
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The life of a woman is being subdued by subterranean slyness. In the tunnels of dark thoughts, biology is being hidden in the crevices of craftiness. God’s nature and order are being covered by demonic dirt. 
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- Nature:
God has given us fierce feminine genes that only the true woman can bare. A man cannot possess these genes with a fickle change of temporary thought. 
- Order:
Womanly empowerment does not embody a man. As the character, Eowyn, boldly hailed as she slayed evil in Tolkien’s, Lord of the Rings, “I am no man!”
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No ladies, we are women…women of God! We are poised with difference and uniquely special. We are biologically beautiful, and men cannot “think” themselves into our territory of traits. 
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In today’s lifeless and uncharted society, women are only powerful if they enact characteristics of a man. 
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A notion of nobility is inhaled with bruiting breaths. Ah, but woman was created by God by the wisp of His breath. He breathed upon us a duchess air of extraordinary duty. 
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Proverbs 31
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
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Women of God are powerful because of  exclusivity He has placed upon our spirits. We do not need to sling an axe or lift 100’s of pounds to feel mighty and fulfilled. We surpass society’s suggestions and opinions with grace. 
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Success and peace in our godly household titles us with duchess nobility and gemmed gratification. 
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Women of God, carry yourself with a noble air of uniqueness and don’t let the world steal your jeweled identity. 
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We are biologically beautiful. 
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