A Job that can only be fullfilled, By a quick and Silent Figure.

Entrenched in the long grass, that grows from the Field
Gilli suit for camouflage, to prevent from being Revealed
Concealed, as a sniper I’ve been sent to full fill a job
Trained to be quick, slick and mysterious as If i was god
As still as a Brick, This silenced M-21 is a snipers magic stick
As if I wasn’t there, as if a bullet came from No where
Stuck the enemy straight through his Scared Stare
Hitting the ground with a profound Sound
I crep up to a nearby mound, Take aim at the nearby prey
They will come to his rescue sooner or later today
I’m like a tree falling in the woods, When no one is around
With out a sound to be heard, no one says a word.
As I lay atop this mound, Motionless I glare into my scope
As a enemy your hopeless, when I grab a hold of this trigger
This cross hair, cares little for these rebel ditch diggers
The statistics and figures weigh 10 to 1
But like a needle in this corn field, I cant be out done
Like a snake yah cant hear me, But yet I’m so near
Silent as a ghost, as quick as a light year

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fuck you

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