Where do we go? To the left are monsters, To the right are monsters in suits. Forward is a cliff, And behind us Is an arid, deadly desert. We wind up going right, But I didn’t agree to this. You see, I have a rope. I know how to make knots, And I can get us all down the cliff. But the group wants to go right, So I stick with the others Because maybe I can help Fight the monsters, And I can only hope The group doesn’t Put on the suits and become The new generation of monsters. We take on the monsters With our swords and spears, And with our fists, we fight. Some of us die, But we get all the monsters. As we recuperate, We accede that we will never Ever put on one of their suits. We go on about our lives, Settling in the newly cleansed Area, monster-free, Grateful for our new home And the safety that comes with it. But one day, one man saw the suits. He fell into temptation, And put it on. Someone said “Hey, he looks mighty powerful In that suit,” And then the man in the suit Begun to act like a dictator, And most of us ignored him, Still going on about our lives, But someone claimed “I want to look mighty powerful,” So he put on a suit too, And he looked just as powerful. Something about the two… They acted differently with the suits. They were malicious as a Man-eating mountain lion, But the power was great, Enticing, appealing, tantalizing to all. One by one, Each member of the group put on the suits. Only a few of us didn’t, And we were destroyed by those that did. They all were corrupted by power, And they became The monsters in suits to the right.