DAVIDRKING. - Father, father. lyrics

Just a little past one resting my head on the pillow a place of imagination and wonder to hear of loud knocks banging at the door back from his journey with men as the same screams to tear my eyes open. Bring me back at what I feared most my Father who strikes rage. Striking! with all his might with sounds of thunder as a tree falls in the forest, this does not rather to burn and leave no bush. . . reckless rage inflected to my mother a sober thought not to begin a process of sympathy engulfed by the pressure of carnage a plant to absorb from the Sun. My Father who strikes fear burns in his chest of hot stone his trail leavings upward to my door cowardly under the blankets hearing the knob turn my Father the one who strikes fear. . . If punishment causes one to enable their spirit of their guttural cry, to discover a gift from what my Father strikes me with with scars, bruises and tears am I rewarded? a crown? The door opens as I hear his deep breathing exhausted by trying to damage the diamond his smell poisons the air crawling its way on my blankets to my nostrils my Father holding power to break and destroy. His rage to burn as if I forsaken with no blanket to stand before Him my Father.