I hope you people like this, I decided to go for a different style than I normally do, so I don't know what you will think of it.
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“THOSE THAT REMAIN, REMAIN IN FEAR”
Seven inches of ribbed barrel, with a tip of ice
Black wood grip panel, gold bead front sight
V-notch rear sight, it just doesn’t miss the target
‘please remove this firearm, from my face, sergeant’
He peers into my eyes, my once submissive trainee
Has lied, this foolish young man, has betrayed me
Generals, of our enemy, the animals, and the vandals
Used him to get to me, then blew us out like a candle
I will not speak, for I have been betrayed, it’s too late for me
But my men, may lead, our siege, and bring us to victory
I put up no mêlée, for my time has come, I am not frightened
Enlightened, for I know now, there is a meaning for fighting
Reloading my 9x19 mm Luger, the Kahr is my confidant
Out here in the blistering frost, I don’t need to hide it
I’m alone, my foe, does not know where to go
For I am the greatest gunman alive, I quickly load
My double action pistol, is all I need in this battle
Rattled, my enemy, are strapped up like a saddle
I have but one, trusted gun, I discharge a round
With a thud, and a pound, my target falls to the ground
The wind whispers quietly, it is time for me to relocate
So quickly I break, while the soldiers pause in disarray
The thick stockade of their head quarters, becomes clear
devoid of fear, I slither near, and hear, a booming cheer
Shackled in manacles, beaten by animals, spat on and mocked.
Choc-a-block with thoughts, while my heart prepares to stop
Beaten and bruised, I’m being abused, but I sincerely refuse
To speak any news, that may make us lose, the jeers and boos
Do not affect me, I gently close my eyes, prepared for my demise
My mind is like a portal, back to the past, at home with my wife
My three children, and 3 course meals, ah yes, the good ol’ life
I reminisce, the times have been bliss, I hope that I’m missed
This life that I’ve lived, has been far from a gift, but I loved it
I’d give anything to say goodbye, but my time is nigh, I must die
So I lift my head, and glare into his eyes, revealing the lies
I say my goodbyes, I dare not cry, so I look to the sky
With a crash, and a flash of blood, I must have been sliced
I clatter through the window, and land right, in the spotlight
Realising my mistake, I lurch behind a nearby crate, and wait
A soldier, sneaks upon me, and with a bang, he meets his fate
I pick up his rifle, a Steyr AUG, reload the traditional classic
The sense of the weapon, and pin-point accuracy is fantastic
I take out three, then hide, I can not be exposed again
‘one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!!’
I jump out, rifle in hand, a single shot directly between the eyes
A single cry, and the oppressor, falls on the floor and dies
‘Hello! Mr President, I’ve come to make your day, you’re safe’
I release him from the chains, and together we walk away
