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First borns

I live in a small house,
On a small street,
With small crimes,
No murder,
Theft at most,
Except once every month,
A child gets taken,
The family's first born,
The once all the first borns are gone I assume they'll take the second borns,
My sister is one of the few first borns who haven't been taken,
We share a room,
So I can keep her safe,
We aren't allowed outside,
Mama said so,
So we don't get taken of course,
Same walls and doors,
There is one window but it doesn't open,
Mama said we can never go outside,
Tonight I can't sleep,
It's the day in the month a child gets taken,
The same time of the same day every month,
I heard the door open downstairs,
I was scared my sister was going to be taken,
So I grabbed my scissors,
And approached the stairs,
As I went down I heard a familiar voice,
My mama?
And pap?
Why are they up,
I peer over the edge and see something shocking,
My mama is holding down Clair Evens,
The first born of our neighbours,
Mama takes kids,
Mama took all the kids,
I woke my sister up and took her downstairs to show her what I've found,
They were gone,
The basement door is open...
It's never open,
Mama said it can't open,
Mama wouldn't lie to me,
Mama would never lie to me,
I took her down and saw mama,
And papa,
And loads of children,
All first borns,
Mama saw us,
Mama saw me,
Not my sister,
I told her to run,
Mama grabbed me,
She but me in a cage like the others,
The next day I heard the police,
My mama crying,
Papa comforting her,
My mama lied,
She doesn't care,
She's evil,
When mama came to feed us I used my scissors that I had in my pocket,
I stabbed mama in the eyes,
Mama is gone,
Now it's papas turn.