There's a monster in my house.
He doesn't live under the bed,
nor in the closet.
He's real !
He's downstairs right now.
I can hear him.
He's mad at the dog,
he won't stop beating him.
I know he will come for me;
I just don't know when.
Maybe tonight he'll be satisfied
with just hurting the dog.
Maybe not !
There's a monster in my house.
He's real !
He's my dad !
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