I do not enjoy existing this way,
Hiding in shadows from the light of day.
Unseen by those I see yet felt by those I touch,
I live in a world where war governs much.
With my weapon in hand and many faces in my head,
I look them in the eyes, those who’s blood I’ll shed.
For I feel no pain and I feel no hate,
Towards those who’s life I’m about to take.
I am the hand of God; I am the dealer of fate.
From a distance, in the trees and shadows I wait.
With a round in the chamber and the bolt locked tight,
I look them in the eyes through my telescopic sight.
They do not see me; they have nothing to say,
To the sniper in the bushes 500 yards away.
They live their life with no care in the world.
They know nothing of the sniper-rifle I hold.
I touch the trigger and I say goodbye,
The man in my sights is about to die.
He crumples like paper as the round hits his head,
I feel no pain, no regrets to be said.
I move on to the next, he falls just as fast,
I aim for my targets; I make every round last.
As the bodies pile up, in the shadows I disappear,
My job here is finished, my conscience remains clear.
As a sniper, with many faces burned in my mind, there’s
no joy living this
But for my brothers-in-arms, who’s lives I hold dear,
it is a sacrifice I’ll