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GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8)GermanyxAbused!ReaderxPrussia - Oh, Sinners (8) by Ravens-of-Rome
Oh, sinners, let’s go down,
Down to the valley to pray.
I sat quietly as I listened to two attorneys argue about me and my parents’ fate. My parents were seated at a table ten or twelve feet to my left, and the Beilschmidts sat in the row of seats directly behind me. It was a battlefield disguised as a courtroom, and the battle was for custody of me.
My parents’ lawyer was currently making a rather convincing statement on their behalf, stretching the truth further and further with every word. I wanted to stand up and refute him, but I knew I couldn’t, not yet.
It finally came time for my side of the story, and I was called by my attorney to the stand. I was sworn in and sat in the chair up front, my eyes falling on my attorney, Mr. Kirkland, as he stood before me.
“Miss _____,” he started in a professional yet gentle tone, “I won’t ask you to go in depth about it, but would you describe for the judge and jury how your parents treat
Ode to DataOde to Data by Ravens-of-Rome
They see you as nothing,
Since you had no real birth,
What hypocrites they are,
For not seeing your worth.
They doubt your existence,
They say you are not real,
They only see that you cannot love,
Or even enjoy a meal.
True, you are not like us,
That much is set in stone,
But I see more than just a robot,
So much more than just a drone.
To me, you are a work of art,
Embodied, your father's dream,
To me, you have a soul,
I see more than just what's seen.
You're more than what they say you are,
For they do not understand,
That you, Data, are in fact,
My true and valued friend.