The pale shadows flickered on the wall Offering a refuge from The dismal glance The man sat at a table with his hands Crossed And muttered a blessing in a drunken Stupor The somber room reeked of oppressive Piety Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy In the Shadows a wife and child slept Weary eyes closed in a Listless grief A silence hovered outside in a Pitch-black darkness The man's delusion Demons with Lizard-like tongues and blackened wings A curse on his Beloved His fearful eyes darted around the desolate Room And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden Wall The man sat at the edge of a bed And Farewelled his sleeping family The cold barrel pressed Against their forehead In a calm devotion before the blast The thunder silenced into a whisper And raised the Smoke of lost tomorrow