Sandra you do this to yourself

Run

Would that I could do more for you, Sandra

Don't waste it. This is all I can do for you

You have one chance

They are closing in

I beg you, run

Now wrath and ruin walks in yours

And I weep. My joy walked out that door.

My boy loved me... But now he's yours again

Your boy saw to poking out the other

And you are blind in both eyes, where I still have one

Such pain you've caused than you abandon your own God for the television and TV dinner

Poor thing... I weep for your family

TRUELY you have proven compassion is weakness before the devil

Would that I could cut it out and leave it in the desert, as you did all those years ago

None loved Nicholas Jordy more than I, and now I suffer the consequences of my heart

I weep for your family

Then you choose ruin

All I can give you is your freedom. Your boy took everything else.

Tell no one, and just go

And I would rather see you a free woman than one behind bars, for all the good that does the world, having you locked up

It gets so much worse from here

Run

My only crime was loving your boy more than I loved myself

If you are brave, turn yourself in

If you are not, run

Bow your head in shame for the pain you have caused to your own flesh and blood

You have hurt too many, ensconced in a clean house, while your daughter and her children starve and wander the street

Fear is your only enemy, Sandra

But you need to run

Go speak to your Jesus. I know him by many names.