Not one, or two or three or four,but five more knocking on my door. Not six or seven or even eight that's right,but nine children screaming in day.Trying to hide, trying to run but that's not enough, because, there's not ten nor eleven or even twelve, but thirteen little cry's for help. It's sad it truly is, but what can i say when not fourteen or fifteen little peeps on my door, but sixteen oh sixteen big bangs on my floor. I don't know what's going on, but i do know that there's not seventeen or eighteen, but nineteen oh dreadful nineteen weepers crying on my door.This is were it ends, this terrifying day when not 1 or 2 or, 3 nor,4 not ,5 or ,6 not even ,7, or 8 not 9, nor 10,11 or 12, not 13 or 14 but 15 instead.Not 16 or 17 or 18 nor 19, but 20 dead children lying on my bed.