Yo I know this is wack, but whatever, oh and Sand, is their only one winner between the three of us?

(Point of View of a 7 year old)

I hear the noises, in the dead of night/
I creep out of my bed, in spite of the fright/
I hear it, the second time this week/
But I won't be scared for it is a confrontation I seek/
I put on my clothes, and I hear it again/
I hear the faint noises, coming from the den/
I don't know what I'm doing, I start to convulse/
But I can't stop now, I'm acting on pure impulse/
I creep down the stairs, I don't make a noise/
I reach for the spade, and I stand poised/
To attack the first thing that shows it's face/
I open the door, and my heart starts to race/
What is making these sounds, in the dead of night/
Will it be a monster, a beastie, I hope not to die/
I raise up the spade, I can hear the moaning/
My head is ready, but my hearts not condoning/
The actions that I am about to take/
And then I pray to God for heaven's sake/
And then I see it, it has my mom!/
It keeps stabbing her on and on and on/
I take the spade right to that fuckers head/
I hit it again and again, until I'm sure it's dead/
My mom starts screaming, and I don't know why/
She hits me and hits me, and then starts to cry/
"Mom" I say "Why are you mad, I saved you can't you see."/
She says "No faggot, that guy was fucking me!/
So she beat me and hit me, until I was dead/
And she took MY spade, and hit me in MY head/
But before I died I let out a sigh/
"But Mom... I saved your life.../

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