The Killing
I crouched behind a barrel
in the dark cold lane,
I knew not how long I was there,
It was beginning to rain.
I clenched my fingers around the trigger,
waiting for the right time,
I held my breath, I stood as still
I was about to prevent a crime.
I thought about the murders
I was about to avenge
This man was a serial killer,
This was bittersweet revenge.
I hid my badge inside my coat,
I looked as inconspicuous as I could,
I caught a glimpse of my victim's side,
The assassin's aim was far from good.
He glanced around in anxiety,
his face I saw, tight with worry,
my level of hatred began to rise,
my mind and heart filled with fury.
I gritted my teeth and squinted my eyes,
I lifted my pistol and pointed to him,
I took aim and sent up a prayer,
my chances thankfully were not too slim.
The rain was working against me,
and my victim was concentrating on his own,
It then struck me not a moment too soon,
I put all my effort into stifling a groan.
My victim's revolver was pointed,
to a stray soul on the pave,
I had to act fast,
My only aid was to be brave.
I took perfect aim once more,
and called the name of the holy one,
there was a stiff and deafening shot,
My war and mission was won and done.
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