You prey upon the weak.
I hear you speak
about your right
to fight all night.
To win and to kill
it's all for the thrill.
You're a hunter who
like a lioness stalks new
prey. Waiting for
the moment to score.
To take him down
and then to drown
yourself in a sea
of blood; I guarantee
One day the predator will become the prey.
Author notes
Option 12 : prey
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Reminds me so much of someone I know, it's uncanny. I hate it when people prey on those weaker than them, just because they can.
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Really? Hmm well it wasn't intentional I can assure you. I hate it too; but usually the universe (or as i like to believe, God) sorts it all out in the end.
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