Spoiled Rotten

An only child, mommy didn't spoil

Locked in the chambers, his food shoved under the door

No one knows whatever happened until the fields soiled

The nights growling vicious fight to warn

Blood filled torture of the slaughter

A massacre of the young, now buried

Beneath the soil of filth filtered mold

A headless gauntlet of the past redeemed now told

A fake made up head of a scarecrow he now wears

Redeemed by the corn of the earth feeding his mirth

From the hallows not holy but bitten with mercy

For the gauntlet finds the child of the corn he scares

Never run the other way or your scalp will be skinned with scorn

With the sharp machete  he holds, he swings amend

Amend by the brutal slaughter, the massive outburst of the child's shout

Fields of rats and snakes scatter and play in the spoils in and out

The coils and spoils, rotten with a pathetic odor of the day of the dead

As the gauntlet swings, he lost his head in a turbulent war of jealousy

No longer afraid of mommy, he grows in the soiled filth of

Deceit, now spoiled rotten is he