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White Dog Black Dog

I was soul searching one day, and seen inside of me, a black dog and a white dog, how could this be? What is this, I ask the Lord, show me, that I may know, in your wisdom, Father please let me grow. I thanked GOD, as if the answer, I had already received, He would give me the answer, I truly believed. Then in a vision, here the two dog's came, I set down a bowl of food and called their name. Here Black dog, come White dog, here's something to eat, the white dog set back, as the black dog ate, growling at my feet. The black dog gobbled the food, growling, aithout a care, as I watched and listened, the Black dog was more like a bear. I set more food down so the White dog could eat, the Black dog attacked the White dog at my feet. I raised my voice, Black dog stop it right now, I said, but Black dog, continued on instead. I stomped my feet, clapped my hands, it was to no advail, I grabbed Black dog by his collar and tail. This Black dog was mean, I began to see, then the answer came, the black dog, the white dog, which will it be? Everyone has two sides you know, the good side and the bad side, the white dog- the black dog which one will you let abide? For the truth is this, which ever one we feed the most, you see, is the one that will survive, and we shall turn out to be.

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