The swooshing sound of the wind
Hollow and heavy it rings out
The rough and desolate call of the wild
The divination, dark spirit, and the demonic
Circling the pure, sphere heading the righteous
Oblivious of the dark spirits that echo
Deep, fathomless, and profound
They murmur malevolent intentions in your soul
Being the target was not a coincidence or by chance
I was always your prey
This goes back to that song back in the day; "They smile in your face and all the while they want to take your place; BACK-STABBER'S You never know who is real in your life.
"I was always your prey!" If I go back and think of all my toxic relationships; this would be the theme.
The surge in narcissism often is preyed upon by innocent people with great empathy. So yes, we are preyed a pond.
Perception, and Discernment
The enemy is relentless