Wed 29 Mar, 2017 08:50:59 EAT
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#assassination #politics #pretence
I drink red and breathe black
On this battlefield there is no chance for trial and error
It is a game of either play it right
Or play it right
Never-ending and always seemingly fruitful strife
Give me a piece of peace
And unto life I will pay its fee.
I live by soiled wealth
I intend no puns
I live a double life
My other half knows not about my other life
All he sees is an angel
But what he doesn't know
An angel by the day
And a devil at twilight
I spare not my target
I spit venom like fire.
I drive in the knife and move
I throw poison darts and dematerialize
My moves perfectly calculated
My invisibility my hideout
I change my location like I change my clothes
I travel every corner of the world
Monitoring movements and hatching plans
I have missions to accomplish.
Into the night I work
He complains I do not have time for him
I explain that I have this 'good business deal' to strike
He naively takes that
And curls away into the night so cold for him
Anyway it's a 'good business deal' indeed
Ain't I paid huge amounts for the same mission?
I am set to strike in a few hours
An assignment planned for for so long
To be recapulated in a matter of seconds
With a simple poison dart
A top minister my target
The mission must succeed
And be wiped a clean deal.
Early riser
Adorned in a black skirt-suit
Disguised as an office lady
Off for 'work'
Clutch in hand
I kiss him good bye and match out
Ready to strike
I will be 'working late' tonight.
Sweet cheddar from the mission
Toxic affair though
But that is what I do
Drink red and breathe black
That sackless man living with an angelic devil unawares
My life being a deep well of secrets
He fell in love with a foul soul
Just yet to discover life
I hope God will let me see the doors of Heaven though.
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