I'm just a kid,
written down in those history books.
They called out, "Witch!"
Told me not to snitch.
And when I fell they wrapped me in a
bundle of sticks.
Lead me up the hill, prosecuted me in
the name of my church.
Indelible marks; carved on my back.
Where I look to them again,
stories told from the back of a hand.
Handmaiden was I, but I left no choice.
Taken and begged for in the temple of my church.
I'm just a kid in historic times, they beat me again.
Call out treason and gave me no reason.
I'm just a kid, now fighting in exile.
They made me again,
just like that kid from the church.
Told me my prayers.
Sat in a church, underneath his will.
Giving me all the power of him.
Said I was wrong, gave me no choice.
I left him and died.
Buried in my bed.
-a boy who was failed by history.
CZYTASZ
Scarlet Eyes and Raven Dies
RomansTwo boys face the challenges of love in their small hometown in England. Peter and Vincent, who are inseparably linked by their love, go through the hardships of having to love someone in secret. "...they were two lost souls who carried daggers in...
