I know they are all down there, singing
their songs by candlelight and wishing
each other a merry... *BANG!* ... sorry
about that. As I was saying, all of them
so focused on reclaiming some aspect
of this season. That's why I am up here
*BANG!* making sure what they want
is what they get. On this night at least,
let them enjoy the delusions and be
safe, without *BANG!* worry. They think
of me as this cold guy; remote, removed.
At least half of them think I'm as scary
as *BANG!* those things outside. I'm not
arguing with them either. To be a sniper
is to be nothing other than the *BANG!*
conduit between gun and target. Bone
and muscle, finger and eye – all I am
is about the straight line, cool squeeze,
*BANG!* Christmas Miracle that uses
a gun to keep my people below free
to make of this night something holy.
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