THE ASSASSINS WORDS

I will a sword Not to take life but to filfill A mission of a richer man And just get paid, I'm a book with a beautiful cover, I read my obituary Every time I go to rest, As I have putted thousands to sleep And their souls hunt me for eternal. I will a gun Not to spill blood but to Active a mission, As I pray to my sensei every night, Remembering his teaching "God made a mistake" he said. Man have feelings, They make us weak, Human life is full ish We waste time We deserve not freedom But someone's authority To take us back when blood spoke. My teacher said a man with no blood in his hands is weak, No one cares about my feelings But only of the skills I possess makes me essential to people He tought me pain is power Ruthlessness is knowledge And if I will a sword Or carry a gun my mission is simple Always take out the target And never miss I'm an assassin, A stone cold hearted killer, But in me lives the weakness My sensei worned me of, Emotions As I am a son to a mother, A father to a child, And a husband to a woman.