By Ashley WennersHerron and Olivia Sawyer
Adrenaline pulsing through burning veins
as the killer stalks down shadowy lanes.
Smells fear, but unconcerned with such matters.
Imagines the sizzling blood splatter,
erupting from the victim's pumping heart.
His gun a brush painting a work of art.
Slate white face with indistinct black windows,
that when questioned, shoot poison arrows.
Immaculately dressed straight from Milan,
Prepared for the mission he was sent on.
May God forgive him for this pilgrimage,
While the thought of money forms a blockage
Of Sunday school learning and Mother's prayers.
The target now in sight, standing upstairs.
Finger on the trigger, eye on the mark
The bullet waits, then released from the dark.
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