"Firm-up the defenses - lock and load guns...
that killer will get no reprieve."
A lock-down is sounded -
all women and men...
a sniper is loose in this town.
Victims are mounting -
they're dropping like raindrops...
one after each going down.
They're falling in churches - at work and in bars,
his wake brings destruction - incurable scars.
So call up the posse -
we'll go on the hunt...
for vengeance is ours to achieve.
Firm-up the defenses -
lock and load guns...
that killer will get no reprieve.
A purveyor of heartache - he aims without care,
the pain that he causes - you don't have a prayer.
Once they are chosen -
when he draws a bead...
no chance to avoid or escape.
Reducing his targets -
the numbing of heart...
thus sealing their terrible fate.
The most evil of perps - there's no doubt he must die,
his first name is Cupid - and his last Valentine.
Original Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson. All Rights Reserved.
Written February 2008