Hunting the enemy with modern tech
Tracking movement, and using stealth
A mile away, the bullet strikes a heart
With silenced weapons, soft boots flee
Make no sounds and speak no words
Scopes and amplified light from stars
After anyone realizes the strike scored
No, sir we don't know what happened
No sir, oh no Mr. Commissar
The strike team waves farewell
And the ghosts of the battlefied
Bid final au revoir
“The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to
rule it. Power is what all messiahs really seek: not the chance to serve. This is
true even of the pious brethren who carry the gospel to foreign parts.”
