Prey of the Day
The prey these days are trusting souls.
Hunted by those who make them feel complete,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.
Searching for prey with a simple scroll,
finding feasts without ever planting their feet.
The prey these days are trusting souls.
Every item shared has a simple goal,
making it seem as they should meet.
Monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.
This hidden world with little control,
creates relationships soft, not concrete.
The prey these days are trusting souls.
One day the hunter will convince their prey to take a stroll.
They pretend to be friendly and meek,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.
The information provided to this black hole,
may look like a fact but really it is a deceit.
The prey these days are trusting souls,
monsters posing as friends, a convenient role.
*this is for my daughter and niece after a tragic Facebook encounter in our area
--Rhyme Battle: Round 4--
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