The Lions Are Hungry Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Your teeth keep digging into my skin.
There is no escaping this pool of death I'm swimming in.
Keep you self righteous hands to yourself.
I already know who I am.
I willingly entered this lions den knowing fully well of the possible outcomes.

If only for the right reasons.
Go ahead hang me for treason.
I never abandon humanity, a call to country is that how we define our self these days.
The rich and poor in constant state of war.
With both blood and words.
And I'm still waiting for the ink to dry.

On the colder nights do you still consider us equals.
In all your fairness I think you loss your observation of awareness.
In silence we sleep, as dreams are all ours to keep.
Is this what I wanted, is this what any of us ever wants.
Any opportunity and means freely given.
To little, to late.
The desperation will destroy.

The embodiment of gluttons.
There are those who know they should only take there fill.
There are those who will split it in half, so others will not go with out.
A sacrifice for the sinners.
A search for enlightenment of the madness of mens reasoning.
What is it that we should be teaching.
Where did we go so wrong.

Your teeth keep digging into my skin.
There is no escaping this pool of death I'm swimming in.
Keep you self righteous hands to yourself.
I already know who I am.
I willingly entered this lions den knowing fully well of the possible outcomes.

Your teeth keep digging into my skin.
There is no escaping this pool of death I'm swimming in.
Keep you self righteous hands to yourself.
I already know who I am.
I willingly entered this lions den knowing fully well of the possible outcomes.

Who is worth saving, how does the moral compass guide us.
Are we all really psychopaths, using greed as our weapon to destroy and control.
I will make you suffer.
A false representation of the general population.
A cast of shadows stands among us.
Someone will have to pay let it be me.
Let it be me.
Understanding what it truly means to be free.

I hold no one accountable.
Because we are not all the same.
Each and everyone one us has our flaws.
Perfection has died many times through out history.
It often ended in massive bloodshed.
Let us not repeat those historic mistakes.

If single sacrifice could stop this.
Let that be me, let that be.
For I'm already free.

If single sacrifice could stop this.
Let that be me, let that be.
For I'm already free.

Your teeth keep digging into my skin.
There is no escaping this pool of death I'm swimming in.
Keep you self righteous hands to yourself.
I already know who I am.
I willingly entered this lions den knowing fully well of the possible outcomes.

So let the lions come.