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Saturday, October 20, 2007


   my sad, depressing poem #4
Assasin

Midnight moonlight lighting up the streets,
A cool breeze whistles past the trees,
A strange silence covers the neighborhood like a blanket,
One sole person stands in the darkness,
To the naked eye he is as usual as you and me,
But really he is our enemy.
He stands in the darkness,
Where no one can see him,
Waiting for that one person to pass by,
One shot, that's all it takes.
BOOM!!!
Your dead,
With a bullet in your head.
One shot.
He causes more deaths than the Nazis ever could.
Just one shot and your thoughts are gone.
And he doesn't even care. It's just one more body.
The world moves on.
It's his job, after all.
Just one shot and people's lights go on in their houses,
But he doesn't care.
His job is done.
For who would care for just this one?

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