The
merchants caustically advertise
The
many methods to which you can subscribe
Debts,
inherited, transfer too
The
disconnect exists, between prey and predator
The
predator’s not always the only one hunting
Crosshairs
are one-size fits all
The
soft palette, breaks upon contact
The
rigid frame, cannot budge
Are
not inherent constraints, still constraints?
The
merchants of death live for the kill
Each
asset obtained is another line to their will
Always
the hunted, always on the hunt, always hunting
But
still we try, but still we’re tried
