A short poem conceived in the quiet of The Sahara.

Our society is plagued with many addictive substances. We must be educated about the severity of ingesting prescription drugs,cigarettes,alcohol and illegal drugs.

„... Oh, this mountain raised by Me through your little hands, is the holy mountain, the holy altar table, the holy bedding, which will not be tread by the world, but only by the Lord and by those that walk as the Lord did.”

„I want to make a good cleaning. I want to clean all the dry wood; I want to arise Myself and cut the fruit trees that do not bring forth fruit. Why should they occupy a place in vain?”

This is something that I jsut wrote. I was trying out a couple things that I don't usually do (not having it rhyme, changing the format a bit, etc.), so... It's not very good and it doesn't flow too well.

I love writing so i wrote these for you to see. i enjoy them a lot and i hope you do to. If you are reading this it means I actually had the guts to publish it! Yay!!!!!

Danny Fenton was just 14 when his parents & sister went out of town for the weekend, leaving him home alone, completely unattended, with nothing stopping him & his friends from checking out the Fenton's latest invention.