Sleep my child,
You ask Are these paper monsters and shadow puppets?
Did we tell ourselves that this was not the boogie man but merely a man-made kind of evil?
Children yell,
but these are not the same these are demons in new bodies.
Searching,
hunting for a new target,
a new vessel.
These were not paper monsters and shadow puppets,
these were nightmares crafted in the bowels of hell. Sent to torment souls.
This was not a man-made evil.
Humans killed with weapons. Monsters destroyed with wit.
For the monsters will still be here in the morning but you will not.
Sleep my child.
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