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Have you ever been attacked by Nubean Scripets,

the ones that invade your head?

They pass through your brain, in silent whispers,

tiny screams, till you wish you were dead.

They come and they go as apparition spirits

flashing death or something unkind

Twisting and turning to possess every thought

Laying waste to a fragile mind

Seizing all memory, they change for effect,

You resist, in a moment of repeal

You swallow some water, choking down Xanax,

There's a calm, it all seems so surreal.