The Mark Made His Fall
Concealed, never moving a muscle
Waiting, yes waiting for the mark
Visualizing the spot of entrance
Yep, hitting the ball out of the park
For hours just watching and waiting
But soon there would be a dividend
Another enemy biting the bullet
The target never seeing this weekend
Movement, what the hell do you mean?
No movement, no flinch, no stretch
Noises, better not be any about me
Like a mouse and a cat playing catch
Eye contact, yep I see him
All decked out with ribbons and all
Just one bullet in his temple
As another enemy general takes his fall
Months and months of preparation
For a second of glory in time
As songs comes echoing into me
And bells that ring, no sweeter chimes
Confusion, yes there’s always confusion
Which means I must scamper out myself
Or else I’ll lose my only head
As it will wind up on someone’s shelf
Victory, I’m back at base headquarters
Another victim has taken the fall
Just like Humpty Dumpty in the book
This mark finally made his fall
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