The Game

by Phantom   Jun 18, 2006


Knives, guns, bows, stakes
The hunt, the kill, the trap, the bait
So gullible is this prey of mine
I love to play with their mind

The prey lives in thousands or more
The predator comes to even the score
They hunt them down for food for fun
To hear their screams & drink of their blood

When I'm bored with nothing to do
I decide to kill you
You say you're fearless, but you don't know
When I'm here, your fear begins to show.

If someone finds you, I Hope they will
They have to put your body together with skill,
Just when you think, this hatred is done,
Well my friend it's just begun.

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