Stupid exams
This whole week we had to take exams and we get out at 12:40, Most people are extremely happy about it, I'm also happy that I don't have to be in school, but I hate going home. I'm always critesised and put down and I feel completly hated. I'd rather be with my meanest of my so called friends than go home. but when ever I ask my mom if I could go outShe says that I always go out and I need to stay home and learn to be nicewith others and learn to deal with my problems instead of running away. So why would I want to go back? what ever i do to be nice goes unnotticed and when I do somthing a little mean or a say somthing sarcastic I get in trouble. I get yelled at when I don't clean the whole house, but when I do clean I don't get any prais or I still get yelled at for not doing something right.
I got kicked out of my bed room(I shared with my sister) so My sister's friend could live with us (She ran Away)and they gave her my bed.I now sleep in the living room on an air matress, most of my stuff is crammed in the living room and they don't have any respect for my things. they mess with them and destroy them. My painting (that required alot of work and effert) was ruined because my mom "accidentually" spilled water o it!
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Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died
And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still
Their unjust accusations demanding that I am killed
We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land
as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands
We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
Their God a 'God of Mercy' yet in whose name I slain.
My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears
Religious persecution for the past three hundred years
Preaching peace and mercy 'neath the shadow of the knife
A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ
Slaughter in the name of Christ
Slaughter in the name of Christ
And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed
We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee
Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency
Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name
Innocent or guilty proved, we'll burn you just the same
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
Burning, into the fire
Burning, a funeral pyre
love.....love.....love.....
*tink*, we have three more years until we are all together in Austin and we're not coming back for a hell of a long time.
remember i love you the most
more than anyone
including Robert~don't tell him~
by the way, corey sent you that song. its about a witch burning. cradle of filth.
Sorry for your situation and sorry for your painting. But you always got your friends