Uncle Damfee

Darkened clouds was watching over the house 
Father sleeping mother reading 
From the good book to their child 

Mother's in the rockinchair 
By the fireplace reaching a fanatic stage 
Preaching load and clear the words of delight 
The child suppose to take pleasure instead 
Felt sick and distressed 

Glimpsed the axe, getting up from teh bed, grabs the tool get that crone 
Unaware of he child behind the mother kept 
Babbling while the child raised the axe 

Struck hard, struck fast, must punish parent 
Burst the crown in pieces, walls got 
Draped with substance 
Starring without a word 
Purified from mothers nagging with full force 
The child kept striking 
Litter was now disposed 
Kissed the rest of her cheek 
Dropped the axe and tore her bible 
Feeling fine... 

The child left the scene ran of into the woods to 
Vanish while the daybreak kept coming 
Father awoke as someone 
Knocked on their door 

Shocked by the sight 
Outside stood the mob 
That would lead 
His persecution 

Couldn't speak after what he had seen 
Labeled insane and locked up in a dark asylum 

The Diary.... 

Travelled east the child found warmth and shelter 
Located its relative uncle Damfee 
The child opened up and told its uncle its secret 

Damfee said, with a nervous trembling voice 
"He's been exposed the father of mine" 
"I thought he was dead but obviously not, his spirit awoke"