I was raised in the valley, there were shadows and death. Got out alive but with scars I cant forget. This kid back in school, subdued and shy. An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes. I dont know what it was that made a piece of him die, Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe. Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt. Do you think the silence makes a good man convert?
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 21:10:44 +0000