I woke up, two-thirty in the morning,
unable to sleep,
and no reason why.
But as I lay there,
I felt a Presence,
bending over me.
I turned, and there You stood,
sword in hand.
Without a word being spoken, I knew.
You had come for my lizard.
"Kill it, kill it now!" I shrieked, gleeful.
You raised the sword,
held it high,
then handed it to me.
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