Judgement of my Dying Heart

Where my Soul Resides

Imagine boy in photo but a bit scruffier and in peasant clothing and bada bing bada boom you've got the character

'The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just.'
-Proverbs 3:33

It was just a regular day, I woke up and I got dressed for the day. It was a normal, scorching hot summer, there was a drought which meant there was not enough water for us commoners to have a bath everyday, but it's alright because everyone is used to the smell by now. I did the best I could to help my mother and to make the most with what little we have but I'm just her bastard son that should have been killed in the eyes of the village, no one would hire me, they would rather hire a simpleton. It bothered me at first but I just don't care anymore, as long as we have a roof over our heads and food on the table we have enough.

The village is filled with the hustle and bustle of early morning, the blacksmiths have their fires burning, the merchants have their stalls set up and the workmen have kissed their wives goodbye. Some of the more hateful wenches sneer at me as I walk by but what do they know, they're too busy cheating on their husband's with the next poor man. I was making my way to the village center hoping that maybe there was a foreigner to the town that needed some help and would pay for it, when all of the town's adulteress came sauntering into the town, probably to seduce some other single man into her bed as her husband was away at work, and just walked right into me. "Ew I can't believe that BASTARD just touched ME!!!" Like she is such a cox-comb, she makes me sick. We all know she's birthed at least 4 bastards but it's a shame that those innocent children must bear the sins of this thing, at least my mother was a respectable woman who just fell in love. All of a sudden these four guys surrounded me, "What do you think you are doing touching such a respectable, beautiful woman you bastard!" One of the men said with a growl, the only thing running through my mind was, 'God please help me' but who was I kidding why would God take the time out of his day to help a bastard, he hardly has time to save the innocent on trial. "Well gentlemen, I wouldn't be the first to touch her now would I..." I say jokingly before I dashed out of there, after a few seconds of running my lungs feel as though they are on fire and my legs as though they are being stabbed with tiny needles but I had to keep running or else I would get beaten to a pulp, curse my stupid loud mouth!

Well as you can see, this lovely little village is where my soul resides...