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I barely get any sleep
Because there's so much that worries me.
It needs cleaning, these streets.
Apparently these criminals don't know what I do for a living.
I'm a walking weapon, I'm lethal
And a hired killer isn't illegal.
I got my two guns loaded
And I will pull it's trigger even if we're related.
I don't have any family, I'm alone in this world and that's a good thing.
I will pull this trigger regardless if you're guilty or not or in the act so don't try to say anything.
I have no emotions, I have no feelings
And that's how I do what I do, it's a good thing.
I'm dressed formally,
Black pants with a white shirt,
Red tie and a black waist coat.
My shoes are polished black
And my gloves are shiny but don't test me,
I have skills of a martial artist.
I don't laugh, I don't cry,
I don't regret anything I've done with this life.
I have a shaved head and my skin complexion is fair
And gun shots are music to my ears.
I have no friends and it doesn't bother me
because like I said before I am alone, and I like it that way personally.
I am one of many.
I've been hired and doing this for some years, precisely 11.
Killing criminals, both men and women,
I am agent 47.
One of many hitmen.
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Hitman
Poetry"I'm one of many. I clean the world because it's nasty. There's criminals out here that needs to leave. I wasn't designed to raise a family, I was designed to kill. I was designed for criminals and my gun barrels I fill. I am one of many and some ca...
