Kapitel 1: The unfunny joke

There lies says Johnny as he's laughing at his misfortune.the poor boy in rags whose skin is darker than the the color midnight. hahaha I thought I could finally be reborn to my family haha. the Redding in his eyes becoming more apparent and blood seeps from his eyes the heavens have lied to me my family has betrayed me my pain has no release hahah love kindness what a joke . the scars slowly emerge forming a chain called love which was burned into his onto palm the eerily red friery chain as wraps around his body like a snake binding and constricting his body searing his flesh and on his forehead the burning mark of love slowly forming as if the cuts were made from a thousand blades . the crimson blood flowing from his forehead covered his face as the heavens were ashamed of of his existence.hahaha but still the mark of love still shined bright cuting though the darkness. hahaha how many times has this happened screams Johnny.' what's the wrong with you can't you see your howling has woken the horses. it seems you need another beating before you learn" screams Marcus . am sorry marmar I just fell asleep and had my usual dreams .well jonjon my friend if my family loses this race tommrow we will both be back on the street I know marmar I will try to be quite. in this quite town Johnny was in the middle of the woods where even the animals There lies says Johnny as he's laughing at his misfortune.the poor boy in rags whose skin is darker than the the color midnight. hahaha I thought I could finally be reborn to my family haha. the Redding in his eyes becoming more apparent and blood seeps from his eyes the heavens have lied to me my family has betrayed me my pain has no release hahah love kindness what a joke . the scars slowly emerge forming a chain called love which was burned into his onto palm the eerily red friery chain as wraps around his body like a snake binding and constricting his body searing his flesh and on his forehead the burning mark of love slowly forming as if the cuts were made from a thousand blades . the crimson blood flowing from his forehead covered his face as the heavens were ashamed of of his existence.hahaha but still the mark of love still shined bright cuting though the darkness.