High or low, he cleared the street, I can't fathom a sniper on roofs so neat Taking shots, aimed to dismember, such precision, just moments before distinctly I remember, by the window, Wolf my crew member "’Tis some sniper." I muttered "Put a round in my armor -īut. While I battled, fought the hoard, a sudden pain, I was swiftly flooredĪ sharp pain, I now stored, my chest pounding, a pain I've never felt before Many a-SWAT came at me, carrying rifles, and pistols galore Once upon a heist so dreary, while I held my ground, weak and weary,
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