This is erm, a Poem from Dib's POV. -.- Yeeep. It is.

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Close encounters of the third kind,

All these thoughts,

They enter my mind.

Paranormal race,

Looking at the unknown,

Right in the face.

Wishing they could understand,

How could they understand?

This is only man.



Gripping my thoughts,

Embracing,

Ideas others do not.

Wishing they could understand.

No one can really understand,

They are just common man.



Telling them all my prophecies.

Wishing they could listen to me.

But they won't,

No one listens to me.



Thinking all these thoughts at once,

Wishing other people would belive them,

Just this once.

I need a little help here,

The Earth can't be forever safe.

Until they look the paranormal,

Right in the face.