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There is a war coming

I know it, do they know it?

Do they know I know?

For I am an instrument of the revolution

I have chosen a moving target

Burning - Taught - Sweat - Delirium

It has no face, it cannot

Steel - Pressure - Bones - Crack

It will serve it's purpose

Nausea - Calm - Anger - Rising

It will be the first of many

And this I am sure of...

The winter has been long this year

I've been bitten before

I am sleeping with cold steel

Listening for a foot on the stair

All I have is this - my salvation

A bullet with your name carved on it

My finger on the trigger

Deep - Fear - Inner - Silence

One shot, one kill - one way

Nerves - Wracked - Blood - Boils

It falls back and to the ground

Dead calm and inner peace

The first of many

When the day comes

I will not hesitate

I cannot hesitate