"Ready..."

No time for deep thoughts
Smell cigarettes on the air, cordlite overpowers
Blood and **** and my eyes are covered
Hard drag on that cigarette

No need to wonder
Wind changes and cool on skin
Go steady as in life
Brace, go hard

Deserve this, fought back
Ten men, one bullet; good odds
And me
Always good odds

"Aim.."

Not crying, knew this end
Beginning a teacher, ending a leader
Hero, savior, soldier, teacher
Wanted

Too brave and too effective
Price on my head
Dead or alive
Traitors, died first

Choices and no regrets
Tyranny fails if given a chance
Born for this life, death
Dirt beneath my feet

Exhale, last breath
Feel the sun on my face
Think of brothers, friends
Duty to family, ideals, country

"Fire."
Love...