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"