Shoot To Kill

Breath slow.
Half hold.
Find center.
Scope steady.
One shot left.
Kill shot ready.
World on the line.
One breath left.
One thin line.
Finger on the wall.
Crosshair still.
Kill the tyrant,
or kill my will.
Three hundred meters
through frozen glass,
Wind dead calm in
the shattered pass.
Target walking the bunker rail,
Coat pulled tight in
the Arctic gale.
He don't look
like a monster king,
Just another man
with a loaded ring.
But every step
that man has made
Turned cities into graves.
Nuclear fires behind his name,
Four long years of grinding pain.
Millions gone for power's game,
Now one round ends the same.
Kill shot ready.
World on the line.
One breath left.
One thin line.
Finger on the wall.
Crosshair still.
Kill the tyrant,
or kill my will.
I've never missed.
Not once.
Every target fell
when the trigger broke,
Every tyrant dropped
when the barrel spoke.
But something strange in
the scope tonight,
Like looking back
through mirrored sight.
He wants control.
I want peace.
But both of us
decide who breathes.
That's the truth no one admits,
The difference between us
is razor thin.
Pull the trigger...
Save the world.
Pull the trigger...
Become the world.
Kill shot ready.
World on the line.
One breath left.
One thin line.
Finger on the wall.
Crosshair still.
Kill the tyrant,
or kill my will.
Countdown humming in my ear,
Missile doors already near.
If I don't fire,
the world might burn,
If I do...
What do I become in return?
Breath half held.
Trigger tight.
The shot breaks.
But no one knows
which man died.