ummm. idk lol.

The boy they called liar

Dangerous Little.
And he left his bag in the hall, walkin in the door just to hold and stair others catch into the game, he lowers his eyes from their merciless smiles.
I just cant look its killing me,
jealousy, walking over personality, the price of character is eagerly watched with great detail in the mouth of the tunnel of desire.
They wanted him to be them, he refused and became the boy so wrong.
They struck him down with canes of lead and rods of shame, crying out he screamed to them,
staples in his skin left gun shots from within, no lethal wounds make sense and flesh wounds go away. He pulled himself above and chose to walk in their way and nip at their heels, they ran him down but he still stood his ground.
The Brothers reached within him ripping him apart nailing him into the dark stake of courage, they had no idea of what they had done.
“what say you?” they yelled into him, and followed his whisper wanting to hear him plead,
a thin smile spread his face, “I forgive you.” he looked past them and signed 'love' with the unbrutalized fingers he had left, he breathed a last breath. The smile never faded from his skin, and not a bone was broken as he laid to rest.
One Brother stood and filled his heart with grief.
He now knew what they'd done.
He wept.