so whats up.... my name is duztin, i enjoy long walks on the beach and killing human beings. i have a chick that i totally care about so we can be friends but dont try getting in my pants cuz im sure she will say somthing like.... " shut that cunt up, before i have to come over there and fuck start her head" then proceed to whip the shit out of you.... shes not that big, but if she can whoop me then ur pretty much fucked....... mom... dont read that.The SNIPER is a snake A bushmaster that moves without sound.He moves without being seen,undetected,blending in with the enviornment.Silent death stalking its prey.Once found,the prey is helpless.The SNIPER strikes sure and swift--always leathal.The SNIPER then moves on,ever searching,no emotions,anxiety or remorse.Just the cold rationalitywhich the SNIPER job requires--to kill coldly,calmly and deliberatley.ALL THE SNIPER FEELS WHEN HE FIRESIS...THE RECOILS OF HIS WEAPON.One Shot, One Kill. THE SILENT SOLDIERA soldier crawls along a forest floor. A match grade barrel to do his chore. Blending with the woodland scene. He leaves no trace of where he's been.A single task occupies his mind. To the outside world he is blind. One single task, one single goal. Only his mission occupies his soul.He moves into the open grass. The enemy patrol makes a searching pass. although they look, they can not see. the man moving out from a distant tree.One hour, two , three then four. He only moves a few feet more. Zero hour is getting near. He knows his target will soon appear.A single man he has been sent to kill. and on his hands this man's blood will spill. The moment is now, the target's in site. Taking up the first pressure the shoot feels right.One ounce more on the trigger sear. The bullet races away like a high speed spear. It races threw the air with a thunderous crack. There's a fountain of blood as it exits the man's back.The silence is deafening theirs not a single sound. as the shooter removes the casing of the single spent round. His task now done he fades back in to the wood. HIS ONLY TRACE IS WHERE A MAN ONCE STOOD.
I will persist until I succeed. I was not delivered unto this world in defeat, nor does failure course in my veins. I am not a sheep waiting to be prodded by my shepherd, I am a lion and I refuse to walk, to talk, to sleep with the sheep. I will hear not those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious. Let them join the sheep, and die like the cowards that they are. The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny. I will persist until I succeed. The prizes of life are at the end of each journey not near the beginning, and it is not given unto me to know how many steps are necessary in order to reach my goal.....TRAMPLE THE WEAK, HURDLE THE DEAD.I am a sniper... A loner... I am not a part of the world... But merely observe it through my crosshair... I live by the shadows and die by the shadows... I am always distant from everything else... I am feared by strength... Invincible by distance... Being a sniper is the worst thing to be... Only hell can cleanse what we do.
