Monsters
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Do monsters really exist?
Is there really one under my bed?
Does one really hide in the closet?
Or it is all in my head?
Do monsters really exist?
And do they really come out in the dark to kill?
Do they really capture children for sport?
Or it is all a figment of my will?
Do monsters really exist?
Do they really look like an abomination?
Can they really scare people to death?
Or is it merely my wild imagination?
Or do they hide behind the masks?
Roaming in the guises of men?
Lurking just beneath the surface?
Luring their prey into their den?
Yes, monsters do exist
Yes, they revel in pain and sorrow
And sometimes they seem to win
But there shall always be light come morrow.
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