Skeleton Skin

 Maybe they're monsters, or merely, corrupt 

But they're undoubtedly evil, born to disrupt 

Formerly humans, now of alternative creeds 

Destroying Arcadia, for their nefarious needs 

Maybe they're delusional, or merely, obsessed 

But they're undoubtedly vile, enough to detest 

Once, in opaqueness, they were a secretive clan 

Of smoke and mirrors, but naught, but a sham 

Maybe they're unhinged, or merely, mentally ill

But they're undoubtedly liars, and in for the kill

For in days of yore, they turned deceit into spin

When the wolf, ate a sheep, for its skeleton skin

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