The Sniper

I am a sniper alone and fearless I fight,
I sit still not making a move as I wait in the pale moonlight,
I wait for some hopeless soul to walk into my sights,
I slowly squeeze the trigger...
A shot rings out through the night,
A red mist fills the air.
I can smell the blood from here,
As I put away my gear,
I take one last look in my scope.
His head was blown off, he did not shed a tear.
When it troubles me in my sleep,
I try to get my conscience clear,
I will see their faces for the rest of my years.





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FormedXxFreakxX said...
May 18, 2010 at 4:58 pm
What no credit thanks tanner g
 
Tbonesnipeuout replied...
May 18, 2010 at 5:03 pm
Hey when I edited this it became mine but ya it is yours to begin with sorry
 
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