Darkened clouds was watching over the house nFather sleeping mother reading nFrom the good book to their child nnMother's in the rockinchair nBy the fireplace reaching a fanatic stage nPreaching load and clear the words of delight nThe child suppose to take pleasure instead nFelt sick and distressed nnGlimpsed the axe, getting up from teh bed, grabs the tool get that crone nUnaware of he child behind the mother kept nBabbling while the child raised the axe nnStruck hard, struck fast, must punish parent nBurst the crown in pieces, walls got nDraped with substance nStarring without a word nPurified from mothers nagging with full force nThe child kept striking nLitter was now disposed nKissed the rest of her cheek nDropped the axe and tore her bible nFeeling fine... nnThe child left the scene ran of into the woods to nVanish while the daybreak kept coming nFather awoke as someone nKnocked on their door nnShocked by the sight nOutside stood the mob nThat would lead nHis persecution nnCouldn't speak after what he had seen nLabeled insane and locked up in a dark asylum nnThe Diary.... nnTravelled east the child found warmth and shelter nLocated its relative uncle Damfee nThe child opened up and told its uncle its secret nnDamfee said, with a nervous trembling voice nHe's been exposed the father of mine nI thought he was dead but obviously not, his spirit awoken