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Predators stalk in the shadows

They’re afraid of the daylight,

Predators have sick minds

They are warped and twisted,

They seek malevolence

They crave something wrong,

Predators hunt down people

But they’re weak not strong,

They can’t resist the yearning

So their beds are burning,

With the criminal deeds

They commit to appease,

The control systems

That creates this sickness,

Predators are not victims

They are the disease we witness,

Every time we see and here

The aftermath of all they do.