They come for us in our sleep,
For when we sleep,
Our conscious minds,
Becomes oblivious,
To everything.

For that is when they take us,
From our homes,
And fly away,
From our beloved earth,
To a place unknown,
Where we are probed and tested,
For things unknown.

Why they do this?
I don’t know,
Maybe they’re curious?
Or maybe they’re just strange,
But for reasons unknown,
They always come back.

They erase our memories of past events,
Hoping that we’ll move on,
But one thing always fails,
You’ll loose a bit of your life,
Why they do this?
I still don’t know,
But perhaps one day,
They’ll tell us why.

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