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Smoke flew from the gun
The bullet flew fast, true to its aim
The one whom fired it
Staying silent, watching it fly straight
His eyes, covered by dust
A helmet upon his head pulled tight
The bullet flew true
Hitting its mark, the figure falling.
The soldier stood, a tear in his eye
Hating to see another man die
But twas the job of a sniper to shoot
Fighting in battles, covered in soot
Their guns were their swords,
Their helmets their shields
Always close to the weapon they wield.
- by TheLegendaryDetective-L |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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- Title: The Sniper
- Artist: TheLegendaryDetective-L
- Description: I wrote this poem with two different styles. I did it in about an hour, wanted to write another poem as a tribute to soldiers in war all throughout history. This time, to some of the soldiers who have the hardest job of all, the ones who see the faces of those whose lives they must end.
- Date: 12/13/2008
- Tags: sniper battle soldier
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Phinagin2000 - 03/23/2009
- wow, it's great!! 5/5
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- Faded Dreams5 - 03/01/2009
- This hit close to home for me. My fiance is going to be a Marine sniper. Good poem
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- cpbigman9221 - 02/17/2009
- yeah sen it is
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- Nex Canis - 12/13/2008
- sweet blending the two styles together like that =3 It sad that we have to kill each other to survive no?
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