Under the bed (edited)

Under the bed (edited)

Under the bed

There's these people

They are very bad

They practice evil

They're always mad

They instigate

They agitate

They favour hate

That's their trait

Under the bed

There's something burning red

Something I dread

I think it wants me dead

They hide away

They wait to prey

It's always the same

Each and everyday

Down under the bed

They sit and hear

Do not look below

They sense your fear

Under my bed

There's something turning red

It's something I dread

I believe it wants me dead

I'm much older now

They do not exist

After all the worries

I'm shaking my fist

They weren't there

False sensations

As I look back now

Was just my imagination

Under our beds

There's evil that sees only red

Something to dread

It's beginning to spread

I can hear it's breath

I will never forget

That it wants me dead

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