by kevvvinnnnnn09lake elmo, Minnesota, USA
Jan 2012 288 Views 2 comments
last shot
Over the hill past the mill there lye the bodies, they lay still
The war has raged devouring life so many lives took from deaths knife
In the mist of it all the sniper stands still waiting for a enemy he needs to kill
Movement for the distance starts to arise for the sniper this is no surprise
He looks down range ready for the shot yet in the mist of it all he would not
He was ready with fire in his eyes but turned cold to his surprise
A shot rang out but was not his, behind him he was shot by a kid
The war has raged devouring life so many lives took from deaths knife
In the mist of it all the sniper stands still waiting for a enemy he needs to kill
Movement for the distance starts to arise for the sniper this is no surprise
He looks down range ready for the shot yet in the mist of it all he would not
He was ready with fire in his eyes but turned cold to his surprise
A shot rang out but was not his, behind him he was shot by a kid
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Posted: Jan 2012
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Comments (2)
I wonder if the Kid had seen his family shot?
The man..who's trained to take life..
The Kid who claimed a life in justice..
Or the other way round..a child trained to fight..
Thanks for sharing..and Welcome