As I topped the last flight of stairs, I found
the acquired door, started the picking of the lock,
as I sit the case upon the floor. Opened to a room
full of windows, searching forthe setup 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 it's fit, as I
insert the bullet in the chamber, 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 cross hairs, 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 it in it's
case, slow down all this adrenaline, I notice a smile
upon my face. As I descend through the stairwell, hat
with a 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 an offshore where millions sit, if it wasn't
for our government, I'd never pulled off the hit.
~VeepLee~
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