There was a war, armed civilians dressed for disaster.

I was the prey. looking at the competition preparing myself for the attack. I watched everyone drool as my scent traveled beneath their nose.

-They’re ready for me; clawing and growling at me, pacing back and forth as they plan their first move.
But, I’m the predator, I came for them.
And I’m ready, I’m prepared to take on anyone and anything.
I’ll fight for myself. I’ll fight anybody for myself.
A monster, day and night I’m a vicious animal.-
There was once a war,
them versus me.
What were we fighting for?
Liberty was the answer, but respect was the trophy.
In the jungle we are all alone,
In the jungle it’s you … or me.
It is the kingdom of salvation, of identity and fear.
What are we afraid of?
an intimate dance with the devil and the person I am to be;
the predator ..or the prey,
or myself.
There was a war, between who I am, who I was and who I will be.
I was prepared for battle,
armed and dangerous.
Killing the competition, survival of the fittest ..and it was all for my own self-defense.