The Truth Still BreathesBy Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe boy was not thrown away. He was placed. There’s a difference. One is done in a fit of rage, the other with cold hands and colder plans. You don’t throw something you want to forget. You place it—like a trap. Or a body.They thought he’d break.He didn’t.They thought

"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the

Ill Leave Names out she knows who she is she turned her back on Gods GloryI stayed and did it by my self for my father all For His Glory Praise GodIt all started with betrayal, you know? The kind you never see coming, and when it hits, it cuts so deep. My so-called friend—the one I trusted, the one I thought would always have my back—laughed at