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Scared?

Scared?

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Look, a monster's under your bed!

Look, a ghost's above your head!

Look, a crowd of the undead!

Do the fears of childhood ever leave us?


Why is it assumed that

These fears, tearing at the torn, must be borne,

And thrown away at the gate of adulthood?


Fear the monster beneath the bed

For that monster may one day lie next to you

Fear the ghost above your head

For traditions, habits of the dead, can corrupt

Fear the crowd of the undead,

Unseeing, blank eyes unquestioning, staring at screens.


Fear them so that you learn how not to fear.

Lend those fears your ear and hear their tales.

For monsters once were children too,

The ghosts were scared, the people moved

By fear of being left behind.


For good deeds never go unnoticed.

Someone's always watching - behind you - boo!


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