Programmed in my head are intentions set to kill. A machine set to destroy at their own will. Electronic signals instruct my next move. Like a messenger of Death, my hands are cold. Locked away, my thoughts are elsewhere. While deadly information feeds my mind. Secret Orders for a perfect murder. Sent by the wrath of the invisible hand. Standing high on a building top, I get ready to kill some more.
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