Watching you, watching the red dot of a sniper scope,
My steps are followed, my hands are tied with rope.
I wonder how it is there, on the back of the sight,
Ready to accept it, all the sins for what you smite.
Shot one, the bullet flies, dissects the silence of the air,
My hand in wounds and no more texts about care.
Shot two, the sniper rifle is aimed into my hip,
Too vulnerable now to have my sense of grip.
Shot three, I won’t run, no powers in my body to resist,
My stomach hurts, but I’ll be replaced by the backup list.
Shot four is aimed with a special precision,
My heart is bleeding, it is his decision.
Shot five. The bullet is followed by a long and silent gaze.
Straight into my head. Thank you. Now I meet the blaze.
I am your aim
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