monsters in the closet

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I am nine years old, and I fear the monsters. They hide in my closet, under my bed, behind my curtains.  Their shadowy forms leer at me, laugh at me.  I flick on the lights, run to my parents' bedroom.
If I let you in my head, Make sure to bring a lantern, Some holy water and a bible, If you have it handy   Don't open the doors; You won't like what you find There are monsters hiding there,
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