I never worried
About a thing
When I was a boy
Until a very peaceful day
I fell asleep
Only to feel eyes
Burning in to me
Disturbing my peaceful slumber
I turned over
Opened my eyes
To see the mother
Of all terrorists
On my pillow
A few inches from my face
I screamed
She ran
I hit the light
Like a phantom
She has never been seen again
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