Topic: "A Shootout"

=Mind Of A Killer=
Im heartless since birth.. Manicly Violent, Never silent on views towards the system..
Living rough in Poverty, Without Religion, Quitting school early cuz I didnt listen..
I was lost in my own thoughts.. My own world........Killing became my own religion..
Its only natural.. I learn skills on efficient killing, trained commando dreams n visions..
I make decisions based on risk.. Blessed with the knowledge to lead a life... Un-detected..
On the run from authority.. Legendry hitman entity, known for being un-friendly yet respected..
Playing mind tricks on victems.. Ghost games leaving frames post mortem no longer breathing..
While seemingly dissapearing in darkness a phantom organization.. Constantly Scheming..
You can call me a ghost in the dark.. I spark large scale problems and bad connundrums..
Feeding off Corperate warfare.. Beware cuz Im death for a price tag, with many functions..

=Casing The Bank=
The Science of corperation.. Administration needs pruning.. As Im Entering this picture..
Inventing a plan of action......Never slipping, deep in the Malaysian business sector..
Im instigating pressure.. Giving and Delivering expressions.....Described as faceless..
Looking around, keeping pace to classical tones, instrumentals calm... Never invasive..
Business men on mobiles......Blissful ignorance to currant events that are now in motion..
Im staying low looking around.. Sound of conversation, Bank tellers working like its devotion..
As I pace slow-mo to the elevator..........Press floor 8 then wait for the doors to close..
Im standing posed.. Watching the world pass, my mind goes......Like I physically froze..
Then snap back to reality.. Return with my killer mentality.. Crystal clear with actuality..
Checkin my clip as I dump my coat, clear my throat..Now its Time for a fucking "Corperate fatality"..

=A Dead-End=
The plans working.. Im breezing through this with ease.. Just getting Comfortable..
Now approaching the targets residence.. Im landed face to face with a Contstable..
What the fuck! Switch to Plan B, Im leaving fast fore Im considered as suspicious..
But like a domino effect.. Shits awefully wrong, now these cops are getting vicious..
"THATS THE GUY!" is all I hear.. Glocks reaching my minds eye.. With No means of escape..
I hit the floor, minds on this mistake.. While shots begin to errupt like an earthquake..
I get hit once in my leg.. In pain I shoot back hitting a cop straight through the head..
And blood sprays creates a mozart.. To beathoven acustic music ricocheting with lead..
Crawling on all fours.. Bleeding badly, Thought Im not a religious man Im reciting prayes..
Layed to rest to the drowning sound of rain.. Im hell bound but Im guessing nobody cares..

=The End Of The Road=
Ive heard stories concerning death.. But nothing compares to the mental anguish it brings..
I stress my mind attempting to cencentrate.. But my focus is on blurring vision n other things..
Dear God this is my testimony! Take me under your wing.. Cure my heart of evil sins..
Im not near done on this earth.. Im crying quiety.. Seeing light in my vision of what death brings..