Sniper's Remains
I try to comprehend
The unknown horror makes me wonder
Of loves lost in random cadence
I sit in sorrow, fears to ponder
An assassin with no heart
I try to understand in vain
Rubbish, sludge, silt and worms
Must be all he has for brains
A sharp pain within my gut
Aches for those in fear
Tears flow heavy down my cheek
For those lost loves so dear
When will this nightmare end
The worst of horrors it seems
This low life must be caught
And return to us our dreams
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