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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
Topic: Contract Killing
PROLOGUE - Reflections
A simple silence of meditation.. watching the world as it fucks itself..
People's problems dont matter shit when you play god to create your wealth..
Mocking systems of belief, leave scenes spawning anomolies in gods plan..
Catholic priests wet dream.. secrets locked in my mind from my life span..
My right hand ends connundrums.. Phychopathic functions perfecting murder..
Correcting the worlds waste n bad seeds, sporadic pain driving me further..
Then any man reguardless of whos hardest.....Im an artist without a cause..
Perfecting crime n excluding flaws.. Im product bred without forms n laws..
Displaying my inner thoughts.. Mad cuz im breaking out showing emotions..
Worse then sickness from fast motons..Pain i suffer is a test of my devotions..
BODY - The Ski Lodge
Ending timelines with silenced nines, stirring nervous inside a trench coat..
Pacing into the zone of action.. not a fraction of suspicion..this aint a hoax..
Snow jackets n ski masks kids walking down the balcony...my targets sighted..
Room 214, wipe my face of cold sweat n peep through the window dimly lighted..
Whip out lock picks, unlock the door to this.. mysterious.. selected victem..
No need to trick em.. classical music soundtrack to death when my bullets hit em..
So i sneak in quiet, steam rising from the shower feeling warm unlike a tomb..
open the bathroom door, pull my heat cock n aim sending this man to cirtain doom..
blood sprays across the wall painting picaso pictures, fine art on warm tiles..
the body falls wrapped in shower curtains.. dying in fetal postions like a child..
CONCLUSION - The Escape
Walking out of the crime scene.. A clean kill but it seems like theres complications..
Blue uniforms raiding dorms.. thinking quick because my plan needs innovations..
Switch to plan B.. I jump the rail.. but fail n land hard on my back in snow..
The sounds bringing unwanted attention.. So i scramble fast to evade the po..
Its too late though.. i got seen n they gettin suspicious because im running..
Shit.. I aint goin out like a punk.. I shot the cop for a kill, n fuck my money..
See when it all comes down to facts.. Im sick of life n its constant stuggle..
In that light, i actually shot down 4 more uniforms.. Askin for trouble..
dramatic philosophies of life.. Rather dying for a cause then in a sentence..
I copped a single shot to the head, dead before i could prey for my repentance..
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