the rotted man

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THE ROTTED MAN

I was a  child of only three

When the rotted man had come for me

Late one night from my open door

He slowly crept from across the floor

He took my hand and then he said

"Ill save you from this life of dread"

We left the house in the early morn'

And we took his carrige of blackened thorn

We rode for hours through thick dense fog

To an unlight darkened swamp filled bog

With the topless trees with hanging moss

Where the sheilds of unseen winter frost

Where the thick wet heat from the dense cool air

Crept up your back and through your hair

He took me to his house of bones

On a path layed of cobble stone

Upon his door hung a head

of a child of hair if fiery red

His hall was bathed of blood red tile

His halls were stacked of flesh in piles

He told me of his protective view

And begged that I should join him too

He smiled and through his rotted lips

I saw a thousand children's fingertips

He promised me the world would pay

And told me if I were to stay

Then we crept into a smaller room

and the rotted man gave me a red balloon

Then I saw my mom through tinted glass

Next to a man who talked real fast

The tears; they poured out through her eyes

The man then held her while she cried

Then the man did the strangest thing

He sat with me,began to sing

A nice soft hymn that filled my head

With woundrous smiles and tears were shed

It was then I noticed the rotted man

was simply old and had a tan

And thus my mom burst in the room

The feel of warmth...her sweet perfume

she hugged me tight and swore to me

from here on out dadll let us be

No more bruses no more fights

No more screaming in the nights

The rotting man had saved our lives

By taking those who beat their wives

And children who cry when their dropped

and are beaten senseless untilled they stopped

I thank the so-rot man a lot

  one thing i have never forgot

was the thing I feared most had saved my life

.when they found my father with a knife

.there's real horrors upon this earth

some are subjected to them upon birth

thy was saved by a man of rot

i was lucky    

    but some are not

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