Is it the goblin
who stalks us in the night?
Or is it the wolves
who scratch and claw and bite?
Is it the skeleton
who was once one of us?
Or is it the slime
the disgusting blob of pus?
Is it the vampire
who steals our bodies blood?
Or is it the Barroth
who wallows in the mud?
Is it the witch
which turns us into frogs?
Or is it the beasts
that dwell in the bogs?
Is it the bears
that defend their young?
Or is it the sirens
when their songs have been sung?
Is it the dryads
who stay within the trees?
Or is it the fairies
who hide among the leaves?
These are not monsters
Not ones we should know.
Humans are the monsters
we steal the show.
We kill hundreds of our own
claiming we're sane.
Maybe they're the cure
and we are life's bane
We attack them hard
Give them the third degree
They call us monsters
I'm inclined to agree
Perhaps you will think
before killing again.
Perhaps this violence
will finally end
Perhaps we can see
no one has to die
Perhaps this will end
or is this a lie?
Perhaps you will listen
or maybe you won't
Perhaps you heed my words
or maybe you don't
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