I killed a man again today, so it was not my first.
I switched my gun from single shot, and killed him with a burst.
I saw his face, I saw his eyes, I felt him question "why",
Then I moved on, to kill again, and left him there to die.

I killed another yesterday, and one the day before,
Thinking back I realized I must have killed a score.
Or maybe it's in the hundreds, I can't for sure recall,
I just know that it's my job to try to kill them all.

I've killed them young, I've killed them old, and I just keep on killing,
It doesn't  matter much to me, just pay me and I'm willing.
Just tell me who and where and when, and I will do the deed,
I don't have to stop and think, I'm always up to speed.

I don't stop to write a plan, I like it quick and clean,
Some say I enjoy my work, others that I'm just mean.
But killings just a way of life, though I didn't really choose it,
And now that it is part of me, I don't know how to lose it.

So I will kill another day, and another day, and so on,
For killings all I have in life, it's all I have to go on.
I don't know how to love or laugh, or even be a dad,
I just know how to kill, and yet, I don't think I'm bad.

I am what you have made me, you and all the rest,
You who want the peace on earth, and always want the best.
You trained me and you pay me, to do your killers bidding,
You love me and you hate me, and you know that I'm not kidding.

You made me what I am today, and you curse my own insanity,
You justify what I do for you, and say it's for humanity.
Well, be warned, it's hard to stop, once the blood is flowing,
And I can easily turn on you, without you even knowing.

I can kill you, slow or fast, I don't really care,
I have no life within me left, no love, nor one to share.
I have no soul, I have no heart, I have no one to grieve me,
My gun's the only friend I have, and it will never leave me.

You want me stopped?  You want me dead?, You want no more, you say?
Well, you know what you have to do, and it must be done today.
You have to hire another killer, another just like me,
And tell him I've become a threat, and you will pay the fee.

Tell him where to find me, and warn him that I'm cunning,
And tell him that I'll stand my ground, he won't see me running.
Tell him to try to be prepared, that you're sure one shot won't do,
For if he misses, no second chances, and I'll come after you.
 
- Marv Hardin

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