To Torment
Truth & Temptation
The teachers tried to teach them
To take the trail, to tell the truth
The tykes they told their teachers
They’d tell the truth throughout their time
Then those tykes they turned to teenagers
Time to test the troths they’d taken
Trouble tempted those that teetered
Threatened to take them to tumult
Though their teachers thought they’d taught them
To take the trail, to tell the truth
Temptation took those troubled teens
To tribulation, to torment
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Adam's Adventure
Adam awoke to some unusual surroundings, to say the least. He lay still with his eyes closed while he tried to figure out what exactly might be going on. Adam loved to give a story to otherwise mundane settings. He possessed a remarkably active imagination and was often the hero in his own impossibly dramatic daydreams. If he was asked to polish the silver before dinner, it was not mere knives and forks he prepared but the swords and shields of some ancient army, the night before a historic battle. Were he ordered to fetch a bag of potatoes from the Steinberg’s farm, it was a fallen comrade who’d been critically wounded in battle that he hauled back through the streets. This morning however, he wondered, had he at last found himself in an adventure that existed not only in his mind? There were a few clues to suggest this might be the case. For one thing, it seemed as though his bedroom was no longer occupied by him alone, but rather, judging by the chattering he could hear all around, a great number of men, women and children. For another, it felt as though it were moving. He also had a pain in the back of his head, the origins of which he was unsure. Accepting he would need to employ the use of another sense to continue the investigation, he sat bolt upright and opened his eyes.
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