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this poem is a new one that i just feel like writting....it's idk...gonna be different...hope you like it...i love you baby if you read this...well....

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?”