His reputation had followed his career
even since he left the army
boasting they had taught him to shoot
given a dishonorable discharge
for an unlawful killing he did not agree
not listening to his plea!
Through his skills and knowledge of guns
he became a sniper for hire
as a mercenary fought in countless battles
but it never sat easy slaying
because every victim he killed remained
haunting him why unexplained!
He was not a believer in the paranormal
this he kept telling himself
at first just an odd glimpse like a shadow
certain it was his conscience
but as years passed were becoming vivid
making his personality frigid!
As the date of his fiftieth birthday neared
the dead seemed more real
than all the living he daily encountered
becoming evermore distant
from the reality of a once methodical life
his whole being took a dive!
Becoming decrepit for one still classed as young
the once untarnished reputation
crumbled becoming more inaccurate and sloppy
taking out the wrong targets
unable to detect fact from any reality he grasped
in his hands the gun he clasped!
Unable to distinguish those living from the dead
fired the bullitt entered his brain
he would rather face the many he slaughtered
than see them clearly all around
his mind had finally gone could live no more
would he enter heavens door?
And for eternity walk the path of damnation
or maybe he would find salvation!
The Foureyed Poet.
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