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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] There is a man In my attic Walking around With a soft patter With a loud clatter They brought my cat back With an espionage bug So I wrung its neck With a harsh crack And a soft snap There is a man outside In a lab coat Talking into a cell phone In German And he uses words like ‘Eindringen’ ‘Geheimnis’ And ‘termination’ And I know what that means Oh yes, oh yes I can see his cigarette through the dark And the smoke Of the monkey At his side Who peers in through my window When he knows I’m looking There are at least a thousand men in suits All over town Waiting for me to pass by And to look down They have a laser device To scan my eye And a pill That will make me forget Everything That I have learned About them And their evil Their experiments And unwarranted merriments They throw people to the lions For science But I know words, my dear Words that they fear Words like ‘Gears’ ‘Kondraki’ ‘173’, ‘231’, ‘343’ And ‘682’, too And I chant While I wait For them to leave They know that I know And I know That they know I know So I will pray and pray and beg For them to go They’re digging a tunnel up through my basement I have heard them, down there I have put down caltrops And a Winchester rigged to fire (I hope they feel lucky) If they try to come up the stairs They will be in the crosshairs Of my Ruger And my Luger I have a knife Oh How did you guess? It’s the one they used To kill my wife She knew too much There is a man across the street He has a moustache And a sniper rifle I painted the windows black And I hid in my bathroom But I am safe nowhere A man with tattoos Was peering up from the bottom of the bowl I slammed the button, listened for the flow And wished he would go I can hear them Walking around Above and below And outside But I will no longer hide What I did is for the best And the people must know Of these men and their doings They can come in, slow and steady I have my gun I am ready. ---- Agent McPhelty washed a few splatters of blood from his night-vision goggles in the sink. He shook the droplets off his hands and toweled them off, turning around. The living room in the stairway where clearly visible through the open door. His partner on this specific operation, Agent Konnicker, was standing over the prone corpse of the man he had taken down, his heavy sniping rifle slung over his shoulder. Blood and splinters of skull were alternatively splattered over and embedded in the fine oak planks of the stairs, and the stink of freshly-sheared copper hung in the air like a cloud of miasma. "Hey Tom," the hefty Texan sniper mumbled through his impressive mustache, "check this out." He was waving a sheet of A4 paper around. McPhelty snatched it from him, frowning as he looked it over. "...now what in God's blue heaven is this shit, Bill?" "I do believe he snapped and wrote hisself a little poem. Found it in his pocket." McPhelty looked down at the fallen corpse of Richard Daublin, the dead spy. Their hacker would later discover there was at least half a terabyte of sensitive information pertaining to the Foundation scattered on various hard drives through his five laptops, but right now, with most of the top half of his head missing, he didn't look so smart. "Wouldn't quit my day job, if I were him." @@ @@ [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [!-- N/A (No Images) --] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]