Bait

Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare Or else devour at leisure whilst you're there Feast as death approaches, close eyes, be unaware If baited is your fate perhaps embrace the lair Oh so very tempting is your last ever feast To get it sometimes we'll draw out our inner beast Salvation looks like the place we like the least Repentance ain't easy, when you are deceased Commit to one or other, don't settle for being torn Life you live v the life you want, perpetually mourn Whatever path you take it'll garner someone's scorn Is living really living if guaranteed each dawn? The unbaited prey desires the predator's power Observing all those innocents, hour after hour It's no life for anyone to live in fear and cower So we find ourselves again salivating as we devour