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The Night Of Pressing Terror
<p>In the middle of night when the clock tick pass one, </p><p>When silence lord over man and all his milieu, </p><p>And darkness brings him to mandatory rest, </p><p>When myth believe it's the era of knight. </p><p>I was brought out of the train of sleep that's powered by cold, </p><p>When the destination - the dream land is near. </p><p></p><p>I was not derailed by alarm, cry, roomie, war, worst - examination whispering, </p><p>I was disturbed by pressing excrement. </p><p>Pressed to visit the household of ordure, home of odour, </p><p>I knock up and behave as if I don't ascertain my grumbling stomach, </p><p>Not because I wish to turn a deaf ear but because fear of the dark and it's mystery gripped my heart, </p><p>And the toilet is out there in the unsecured night of terror. </p><p></p><p>Trying to hold it off, trying new invented method of sleeping over the noisemaker stomach - all failed, </p><p>The pressing press me to press the handle of the door after minutes of slackness to the obligatory call of nature. </p><p>Should I hold my sword - bible, to dash the fiery darts, this pass through the pages of my heart when I wade through the passage of the house, </p><p>I now wish I was small again when mummy unseen fear was my confidence of safety . </p><p></p><p>Though the night bear it silent, </p><p>The silence loud in me and upon me. </p><p>At the sight of the sepulchre at the backyard </p><p>This fuel the fire of fear, fairly - not, </p><p>Should I go back will this poop go back?. </p><p></p><p>I petition silently to the divinity as if they can come </p><p>to accompany me on a small long journey of no mile, </p><p>I convoke Courage, He answer and land me on the WC,</p><p>Courage fought his villain on the battleground in my heart when am doing the act, </p><p>My time I take not, l let down hundred pounds poop in seconds. </p><p></p><p>I wash, raise, watch and flush, </p><p>I closed my open eyes to the grave as I lightened pass and straight into the passage. </p><p>I wish the door can lock itself, because by now I have foolishly let go of courage, In anticipation of safety, </p><p>Unknown to me, fear never back off and he returned when am just closing the door, </p><p>I zoomed off to my room before the whole ghostly image form again. </p><p>I regret I let go of courage untimely, </p><p>Now I am here in the safety hand of the lord. </p><p></p>
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