The Next Objective.
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Just a no body...Empty spaces, flocks of soldiers killed in dozens,
People surround me. Killin' by the million...childs, wives, husbands,
I hunger for food, thirst is no longer qwenched by drops of water,
If death was heat, this place only gets to be hotter and hotter...
The objective is obtained...I've got'er, the daughter we need kill,
As I hold her, betrayal begins to look better than her death. Still,
..My objective need be complete, for not me, but for my country,
So be it...*BANG*...More I beg for death to just try and hunt me,
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*She was Innocent*
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The Next Objective needn't tease me, thousands died by his hand,
...for I kill a murderer of the childs...
Assasinating this victim soothes my soul, like wolves...I feel wild...
And Mild is the climate..I'm Still thirsting for water on hotter days,
But at least I pay my debt to the little girl here. A thousand ways,
Death becomes a risk..The trends such as this is what I'm settin',
I scope the guy, but my hands are like waterfalls while sweatin'...
I'm lettin' the enemy win, if I let him go..Decisions become harder,
But then again...*BANG*...for me, not pullin' that goddamn trigger,
...Was like me in basketball, not playin' starter...
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*Thousands are passed through me*
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Objective third, Irony rocks my world..I have to decide win or hide,
Is my heart really within' my country? Or 'Does my Flow just Ride'?
Am I tide? Or or does my ocean spread wide, with multiple choices,
You realize I'm just one man. With screams of a thousand voices...
Their hurt, their pain..runs rampid through my brain like rouge bulls,
You could say it's the love of the job, cause my heart's what pulls,
Aching all day, my objective seems unfourtunate for my homeland,
..Small rocks patter inside my empty head, I call it the 'Domesand',
Like a sweat band, I gather the liquid......My wrist pulls the trigger,
I Look small. I'm sure a 'Name Brand' killin' will make me look bigger,
I figure..ain't I better than them? Why would I kill my only leader..
As an assasin I should kill him, but I tend to the bend on a plea'er,
She's hurt...savin' a life maybe, just maybe that'd repay the life...
Or the thousands of lives, which I've Killed...Slaughtered...Taken,
...With Gun...Hand...And Knife...
But I must be mistaken, the way the ground under me is shaken...
You'd figure I wouldn't be so edgy now, but this time I'm not fakin',
My knees jittered, my brain upset...President of the United States,
So I die? Save her life? Or kill a President and be known by greats,
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*Decisions Taunt me*
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Question my ability, it's the ability to kill one..or to save a another,
Long before this I could kill more worth, even such as my brother..
No other could stop me, but when an assasin thinks..he gets blinks,
And when he can't decide on something, he sings and gets drinks..
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*Song of a Drunk*
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Materials become original and 100% subliminal, the lies corrupt lies,
On-looking eyes realize...I AM! Who stays, goes, lives, or just dies,
Hear my cries, fortunes such as mine, I do good I'm unremembered,
But if I give the President what I'm told. It becomes septembered..
....It becomes unsatisfactory, decisions been made...I go to leave,
My brain grasps the decision along with headaches and some Alieve,
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*Decision*
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Like Mayans, decisions become an incision under my heads temple..
I've thought about it, and I realized, "Who does the dead resemble",
Assemble a team leader...I'm the crew, head team, and a disaster..
I can't save lives so I pick her up, *DROP THE GUN*, and run faster,
I am my own master...I take no orders, I'm loyal, considered royal..
But wait, Shots are fired at me, GLAD to see my plan start to FOIL,
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...*BANG! BANG!*...
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..I'm still runnin', girl in hand, sorry to say this is how the story ends,
But I come to a bridge and another began...the plan folds and bends,
"RUN!" she screams aloud...panic shot through her like a gun in hand,
But nothing happens to her. I'm standin' in between, line in the sand,
As like all sand, lines are polished and smoothed. Designless particles,
And the furthest my recognition gets, is cheap town news articles...
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...*BANG!*...
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One Shot. I felt it though, it hurt real bad. Went right through my pad,
*BANG!*...Again. With alarm,
Ouch, it grazed my arm. Things go bad and it begins to make me mad..
*BANG!* Another becomes the last...How sad.
...For the Soldiers...
...Thanks for Reading...
*~Nash~*
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