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I awoke to the early morning grey. The nightmere quicly ebbing away. 
I have been told by the doctors, with this pill they give. The nightmeres will go 
away some day.  I smile each and every day for the new born sun. I place in my 
own hand a loaded gun. For it seems I can not wait for life to dectate my fate. The 
news has come to late. Can I trust in what it speaks? For it not to be lies. It can 
no longer gag me, I see through knowing unblind eyes...

The phone is rining apon the table. Those placed on this list, it seems are no 
longer stable. The time is coming for me to begin. Starting the list from bottom, I 
place my soul in unforgiveable sin.The streets are empty, the houses are dark. 
One name off the list, one less mark. I have been told my heart is truly dead, in 
this business I deal only in lead. On this list I count number five.If not for my 
trade, these people would remain alive. This job I cannot debate, I know only time
and date...

The time has touched the selected hour. I begin to climb the highest tower. 
Placed in my handunholy power. Most these people think this life is a joke. I stop 
to ponder this and light a smoke.WHile the smoke arose above my head. I 
thought about what the letter had read. Fifty thousand
dollars to place a round in the heart of the walking dead...

Tossing the cigarette away, a tear runs down my face, one less life will be living 
this day. The rifle fires without a sound, anouther mark lie motionless on the 
ground. Without thinking I chamber one more round. This land is cruel like hand 
over fist. Don't mess up and be placed on the list, of the assassin.



                                                                                               For those
				        who dream

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