Killing 101

cold, angry and excited as can be,

i hold my rifle and my trusty m16.

death is near and i feel it,

nothing in the world will ever heal it.

target in sight,

soon he will be dead,

catching my bullet with his head.

i squeeze the trigger,

now he's dead.

i see the pink mist confirm.

i crawl away and head toward the bird.

i will never forget about this,

knowing his kid he will never kiss,

this job is hard you have to be bold,

takings someones life you feel so cold