SniperA Poem by ChrisI work alone. Quiet, collected. This is what I wanted. Calm, deadly. I am protector of all and killer of one. Precise, steady. I hold the trigger and stare down my goal. Determined, cold. I fire. Loud, bloody. My bullet met its mark and reward is earned. Freedom, safety. © 2011 Chris |
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Added on April 5, 2011 Last Updated on April 13, 2011 AuthorChrisHanover, MDAboutMy birthday is the 26th of May 1992. Quotes: "We're the middle children of history, man--no purpose or place. We have no great war. No great depression. Our great war's a spiritual war. Our grea.. more..Writing
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