Seated attentively, eyes forced into tunnel vision
His focus is concentrated, there'll be no division
Viewing a character hated to the level of villain
Not everything verbally stated, some left to fill-in
An unwelcome guest has emerged on the scene
The viewer expects, and is urged to forw'd lean
What he sees next, shun't be heard or be seen
Now a wit-ness, to a murdering done quite clean
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Predispositions are strained to the brink
Natural flaws are unearthed...and with a blink...
This individual act now has a personal theme
Anxious hands grip the armrests, feels like a dream...
The viewer outside himself, his motion is slow
Pent-up attitudes behind the notion to blow
Unable to be placated, using action as the mode...
The villain is self-assured and has a confident glow
Staring back at the viewer, verifying what's been seen
A hand to the thigh, revealing what was so discreet
A pistol's bullet is released from the safety of the seat
As it puts a hole directly... through the movie screen