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 it's relative uncle Damfee
 The child opened up and told it's uncle it's 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"