Sniper!

Another contract,
Another thrill.
Another criminal,
Another kill.

Now in position,
My heart races.
I range my target,
Among many faces.

There's the mark,
So well protected.
But I'm unique,
My skills perfected.

An impossible shot,
From miles away.
So amateurs think,
Proven wrong today.

I've killed many,
Never keep scores.
Well paid work,
And all outdoors.

A high crosswind,
No problem at all.
All factored in,
Targeting an eyeball.

A low flat angle,
Or high vantage point.
For assured death,
I'm hired to appoint.

Swiss made rifle,
Of precision and grace.
In harmony with me,
You lose your face.

Cruel carbon fibre,
No weight at all.
Hit any target,
Tall or small.

The finest optics,
My deadly sight.
Pure crystal clarity,
Day or night.

Each bullet fired,
Is Teflon coated,
My prey destroyed,
Exploded and noted.

I'm never seen,
Use a flash suppressor.
A head blown off,
Any tyrant oppressor.

Many a dictator,
Has fallen to me.
A country rejoices,
Finally set free.

I work alone,
Well nearly almost.
My rifle and me,
Are the same ghost.

I never breath,
Pulling my trigger.
My bullet flies,
With fatal vigour.

I never miss,
I am the best.
Of standoff killing,
So deadly blessed.

I'm a solitary sniper,
With a loaded gun.
I simply reach out,
And touch someone.

Dedicated to Max for all your moral uplifting support.