No Threat, No Sweat
As I gaze in the distance,
and center the sights,
I try to get a sharp visual...
damn these rainy nights.
Wit, now there's movement,
just a hair off to the right.
Then I squeeze my trigger
and my muzzle flashes bright.
That's one less threat to worry me
on this lonely, rainy night.
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