I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

The Truth About Roy Dawson: Standing Strong Amid Toxic LiesIn the world of music, especially when you're a frontman like Roy Dawson, it’s not uncommon to encounter critics, detractors, and people who simply don’t understand your vision. However, what happens when those who you’ve trusted or worked with turn against you, spreading harmful lies