Fifty lashes.
He didn't tire
He didn't flinch
He showed no remorse.
Fifty lashes.
He didn't cry
He didn't scream
He showed no weakness.
Fifty lashes.
They were the same.
They hit the same place.
As to leave room
For the next scars.
Fifty lashes.
He clenched his teeth.
He balled fists.
He did not regret anything.
Fifty lashes.
He gritted his teeth.
He held his strength.
He didn't regret Anything.
Fifty lashes.
There was a truth to this.
Two.
Fifty lashes.
One truth was
Jameson was not as smart
As he would like to believe.
Fifty lashes.
The second was that
There was no
Lesson
Being taught.
Fifty lashes.
Cyrus knew if there was
He would have never met
His love in the first place.
Fifty lashes.
The ignorance of his father was
Portrayed in his back.
Fifty lashes.
If only he knew
What his sons saw.
That there was no punishment
Harsh enough to silence
The righteous.
Punishment only became
A sign to them that
They were doing
The right thing.
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Beautiful People
Teen Fiction"There's a world beyond being rich, famous and popular," he told me. I never believed him. Yeah sure, he could pretend like he wasn't a part of that world. Like he had no relationship with wealth and easy life. He told me he wasn't fased by all tho...
