**The title says it all, I just feel like posting this now to receive criticisms, and such. The title will change as the story progresses to its end, and I finally settle on something I deem proper for it. Let me know what you all think so far. Many Thanks**



Listen as I bring you through,
an education never before sought,
a history of turmoil, glory, and war,
an epic journey of what lies within
and told at a poets begin.

Summer many a year ago,
crowning the womb showered in altered light,
still body limp and breathless be,
doctors rush in panic to keep him alive,
suddenly a grasp for air hits the lung,
a baby cries, and life he shall know,
perhaps he'll grow up sober and right,
at such an age he'll never see,
just how promising a future he could for strive,
and the corruption begins for our hero unsung.

Phase two our story moves on,
absorbing basic skills through trial and error,
walking, talking, immitating what is seen,
every basic need appears to be met,
except in cases of parental neglect.
Tragedy begins twisting the childs fragile mind,
already waking in night sweats,
from the infantile dreamt terror.

Time moves on, and era three begins,
in childhood the child learns of sins,
parents take him to church, try to teach him
of parables to learn right and wrong,
tragedy never effects truly good men,
but so wrong they are, but the child unknowingly
buys into tales of redemption, saviors, and sacrifice.

Sports and games, to occupy his time,
this is how our fourth part will unfold this rhyme.
As he goes out, for innocent intent,
parents just coercing the child out the door,
for his little knowledge of their fights,
their wrong doing, and even more,
the dissipation of what he came to know as
mom and dad

One day the child returns home, only to see,
the state officials and city P.D.
He is told that he is bound for better things
and will be moved where the state so deems.
Mommy lain astrew the driveway floor,
daddy hung from the garage rafters boards.
God giveth and He taketh away,
this child only blames the father for that monstrous
eighth birthday.

From family to family the child moves to and fro,
the state deems fit, and unfit his livving conditions.
Curiosities strike, and guidance no more,
The child begins his own ideas to form.
Never forgetting the bloody day,
that brought to an end his childhood.

When unknown his past,
the child is bestowed,
to a family he can finally call his own.
A loving women, barren and warm,
A man he calls father
who loves him more.
Tis a mask the young man wears
and the facade of parents oblivious to this,
the child makes plans for guilty obsessions.

One day at school, beaten and left for dead,
our subject has learned pain is a valuable friend,
and he takes this with him for years ahead,
and razors and knives draw nearer to his attention
as he forgets a man died for his souls redemption.
Pale as day, from lack of going out,
blood flows from veins split by newest doubt.

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