The Paramilitary Marksman
A sniper is a waiter.
You wait for the target,
You wait for the sunset,
You wait for the sunrise,
You wait for the rain to stop,
You wait for the wind to blow.
Sometimes, you wait for hours,
Then, everything is over in seconds.
Most of the time it is a fruitless wait.
The gun is a lifeless too.
But a good sniper,
Can put a pulse on it.
Bullet knows no mercy.
Too many killings
Makes your heart
Cold steel.
Bullets are like savings,
Spent wisely.
A gun is like a lady.
The less you know about her,
The more you fall for her.
Not precisely,
A gun is like a man.
The more you know him,
The better he can protect you.
I tell you,
A sniper heart is a lonely hunter.
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