Ourn folk's telleth us
The monster's art the one's who resideth under ourn bed....
They told me when I greweth up....
BRANDON,
Son....
We lied to thee....

The true monster's
Art the rich one's running ourn government
And planting evil in thy cities.....
They don't hide under the bed,
But in bunker's!!!!
And mansion's built by their own pity....