What's going on?
Why is there screaming? Banging?
I put my ear against the door,
Try to eavsdrop, to hear what's happening.
But the door wasn't shut,
Because the next thing i saw,
Was my mother on her hands and knees,
And my father bent over her from behind.
She's screaming, he's graoning.
The bed's banging against the wall.
I turn crimson red, then turn around and ran,
I ran to No man's land.
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