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The Sniper
In the darkness, I will wait
My heart has become hollow
My mind, a flurry of disaster
In the solitude, I will reign
Creatures which use the night
Become one with the shadows
At midnight will come a scream
That of release, and not of vengeance
Slowly, I loosen my grip on my friend
Cold steel blue, is her eyes and face
I draw her close to my shoulder
When she barks, she cries in pain
Never to feel the recoil of her anger
The moment presses on ever so close
Cold steel and hot lead become one
My position is revealed for a fraction
I feel the eye of the night slowly close
All has remained back to normal
The coolness of the black has returned
My eyes can see without any assistance
As the blood soaks into the ground
We have found One shot, One kill.
Why do we sit in the darkness and wait?
When a cold steel blade is more efficient
When we wait for the kill and Predator.
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