Watched part of a Mary Tudor documentary on youtube. Absolutely awful!

Basically, it was all male interviewees who all agreed that Mary was cruel and unjust. And they got some of the most basic facts wrong.

Here's a couple of things they claimed:

1. Elizabeth was Mary's step-sister.
2. Henry VIII had a son with his fourth wife, Jane seymour.
3. Mary was 34 years old when her father died.

First of all, Mary and Elizabeth were half-sisters. Henry VIII had a son with his Third wife, Jane Seymour. And Henry VIII died in January 1548, making Mary just a couple of weeks shy of her 30th birthday.

They...

Take a look at my body,
look at my hands
there's so much here that I don't understand
Your face saving promises,
whispered like prayers
I don't need them.

Cuz I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable...

Well, contempt loves the silence
it thrives in the dark,
the fine winding tendrils that strangle the corazón
They say that promises sweeten the blow
but I don't need them... no I don't need them.

I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long as if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm a slow dying flor
I'm the frost killing hora
sweet turning agrio, agria
&...

Please, please, forgive me
but I won't be inicial again.
Maybe someday you'll look up
and barely conscious you'll say to no-one:
"isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know,
you forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice
you won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know tu loved me
I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please, forgive me,
but I won't be inicial again.
I know what tu do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't...

Every time that I look in the mirror
all these lines on my face getting clearer
the past is gone
it went por like dusk to dawn
isn't that the way
everybody's got their dues in life to pay

yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
you got to lose to know how to win

half my life's in books' written pages
live and learn from fools and from sages
you know it's true
all the things come back to tu

sing with me, sing for the years
sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
sing with me, if it's just for today
maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you...

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'Most humbly prostrate before the feet of your most excellent majesty, your most humble, so faithful and obedient subject, who has so extremely offended your most gracious highness that my heavy and fearful corazón dare not presume to call tu father, deserving of nothing from your majesty, save that the kindness of your most blessed nature does surmount all evils, offences and trespasses, and is ever merciful and ready to accept the penitent calling for grace, at any fitting time. Having received this Thursday, at night, certain letters from Mr Secretary to whom I had lately written advising...