As I topped the last flight of stairs, I found the acquired door, started the picking of the lock, as I set the case upon the floor. Opened to a room full of windows, searching for the set-up spot, checking the angle from each window, to help gain the perfect shot.
Next I unlock and open the case, admiring the glow of every piece, assembling the darkness to the devil, it forms the perfect beast. Aligning the scope upon the demon, extravagant look with its fit, as I insert the bullet in the chamber, as i proceed on with the hit.
A deadly mind set on repetition, trained for what the purpose serves, steadied breath ready for corruption, small blue pill for the nerves. A pictured face enters the crosshairs, I've been sitting here all day, he felt it before he heard it, his fate from a mile away.
As I break down the devil, then replaced in its case, slow down all this adrenaline, I notice a smile upon my face. As I descend through the stairwell, hat with the matching uniform, the assassination of the president, been an objective since I was born.
As the outside air greets me, this erratic mind has me stuck, fumbling through pockets for keys, as I approach the delivery truck. Gaining completion of the mission, in offshore were millions sit, if it wasnt for our government, I'd never pulled off the hit.
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