lamb's wool

easy to spindle into a cloak

it becomes a signal to run and hide

wolves circle the weak

and eagles watch from above

there is something unknown about how they're disguised

and we refuse to recognise their bloodthirsty lies.

rip off that costume

the skin of those victims

heartless monsters you all are.

i smell the blood on your breath,

the savageness in your fangs and claws

and the violent hunger within your mind

do not try to trick me, wolf.

you believe i am innocent

but i am just as clever as you are

i have shed many skins

offered apples

tricked to sins

and nothing so far has stopped me.

your words - i am immune

and not even you can stop me.

-

Fin.