Feeding The Urban Carnivore Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Feeding The Urban Carnivore



Get out of my face.
It's never enough.
Wanting what hasn't been earned.
Cold porridge for the poor.
Somebody is gonna die.
Don't you know blood is always better.
The urban carnivore.
Dining out of the hand that feeds.
Does that mean it is trust?
How do you think you can just erase all that has previously been done?
Capitalizing on any weakness exposed.
A body buried with no cloths.
Stripped down for all he has.
Worse then any drug addiction.
It's pure survival instincts.
You can't erase these scars.
Bitten by a dog.
Where is the evidence?
Who really cares anyways?
In this area they are always strays.
They only pay attention when you are extremely cruel.
Bringing it to your neighborhoods.
Under whose protection?
Why should I care if you don't after all?
I'm just the urban carnivore.
Urban Carnivore.
No pretending.
Lights out.
Wipe out.
A disaster.
Anger in the beast.
Can't tame me, no not with bribes or infatuation.
If you don't care about us, neither do I.
I'm just the urban carnivore after all.
After all.
You were waging a gangster war from behind closed doors.
Now it is my turn.
Flipping the table over, and lets start the fight.
Get on with it.
You are robbing our children of everything they could have.
A future, so grand.
The masters plan.
A slave to who?
Don't you know I am the urban carnivore.
I eat people like you on a daily basis.
They always cry out in there last moments.
You'll will be no different.
Pain so excruciating, screaming out just let me die.
Ripping you limbs off one by one because I'm the urban carnivore.
Stay out our neighborhoods with your guns and drugs.
Because I'll make you rich, I'll make you famous.
The police will be all over it.
A serial killer on a rampage.
I'm no such thing, I'm just the urban carnivore.

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