RavensTear

As every day passes these bones Feel weaker, burdened, smashing through flowers in the summer Hatred can only last so long Bitterness, sharp, will dull Empathy is a tool of childhood Eventually, the muck slides through your soul as well These dead children lay beautifully Their eyes closed Shit flowing from their gaping lips They are posed in dead dollhouses On chairs, propped up by stiff arms, sparkling with the sludge of substance Against walls, in the park, blankets against dead gray grass The sun pisses happiness on them And kisses their eyes These dead mouths with chemical color snapping awkwardly Their beautiful shirts

 Timmy was an average boy. His grades were A's and B's and he lived in a nice home with his family, who loved him and each other very much. They attended Worship every Thursday, like any other average family, and remembered their manners when speaking to anyone. Everyone loved them and they loved everyone else. But not the egg-eaters. No one liked the egg-eaters, they were looked down upon by all of the average people in the town. The strange thing was, no one has ever known an egg-eater to say why they are so hated. If anyone was an egg-eater, they couldn't be spotted in a crowd of the average townspeople. Yet still all the normal adult

How did Paris end up in such a compromising position?  As in any epic, his heritage has to be recounted in minute detail. I have always thought Paris was "special", not all there, the apple the fell hardest from the tree. Paris, like all heroes, had a prophecy told about him the night before he was born.  His mother, Hecuba, had a nightmare that she was giving birth to a torch.  The palace seer told Hecuba and Priam that this meant that the child would bring about the destruction of Troy. Like all worried parents of heroes, they conspired to get rid of the child, because they could not bring themselves to kill it.  And like all heroes, he