The Predator is cold and cruel,
It makes its way by Its own rule.
It stocks a victim to destroy,
And will not heed to mercy’s ploy.

Waiting for Its helpless prey,
To turn their back and walk away.
Waiting for the time to kill,
And feed on Its next meal.

You could be the next dish served,
Even if death is undeserved.
The Predator cares not who It claims,
As long as It wounds, hurts and maims.

Be wary of the smiling friend,
For Its kindness is pretend.
The compassion in the Predators eyes,
Is a mask to hide Its lies.

Watch your back for you won’t know,
When you’ll feel the first hard blow.
No medicine can kill the pain,
From the wrath of Gossip's reign.