Uncle Damfee - Spawn of Possession

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»