Impression

What was his intention
It must have been a far for life
He used loaded guns
Where loaded words would suffice
Everyone got the impression
Not only was he off his rocker
But for his own beliefs
He was willing to sacrifice
A relationship he'd had for life
Related by blood none the less
His own daughter pushed away
With a careless roll of the dice
Showing all his true colors
Prejudiced of outsiders to the bone
And finished a process already begun
Of turning his heart into solid ice