Sniper Strikes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Please note, this is fiction. Not a threat or a promise nor is it a cry for help.

An automatic weapon in my hand

Revenge is on my mind.

Random targets, one by one

I shoot you from behind.

My mind is set on rage

I wish to inflict some pain

On those I believe have hurt me

And left me in the cold hard rain.

This Sniper Strikes without warning

Moving from room to room.

I mow you down, like rabid dogs

Sending you to your doom.

The cops arrive, there is a firefight

They won't take me alive.

Before they'll take me off to jail

I'll take my final dive.

Barricaded inside this room

On this Monday morning.

The cops are on their bull horn

Giving me fair warning.

This Sniper Strikes without warning

A single gunshot to the head

When the authorities break down this door

They will find me dead.

Submitted: May 22, 2007

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