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  I will meet you at the crossroads.


                       Who are you?


  Decisions in your life.


                       How will I know you?


  By the signs of the time, a crisis in your life.

  The road to the west is deception by storm.

  The road to the north is shadow by death.

  The road to the east hold your peace.


                        I still don’t understand?


I’ll be your conscience along the way, to help you make the right decisions, so observe the signs that show you the way.


                        I don’t need you, I don’t need you, I know the

                        way now.


Take heed to the signs, because your directions just change, the road ahead is not what it appears to be. A wrong road will cost you in the end.

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