Footsteps in gravel Breath held tight The city awaits For judgment tonight He’s taking numbers Erasing names No loose ends No one to blame He blends with the night There’s stillness in the air Right place, wrong time “Is someone there?” Quiet hands Measured breath Calm and precise His mission... death! Scripture folded Close to his chest A verse of judgment Put to the test “Vengeance is mine!” The verse plants its seed He weighs the crime Then plots his deed He’s the Hitman Eliminates for a price. Cold professional, Bodies on ice You mark the target He seals the fate One more secret Removed from the slate No wasted motion No righteous plea He is the answer To who they used to be He studies the ledger Measures the debt If justice is owed The debt is met He’s the Hitman He takes out the trash Your call, they fall No questions asked He works in silence Clean and discreet Punishment served He grants release He mumbles the hymn Through gritted teeth “Vengeance is mine!” To those beneath. No mercy spoken No final plea He closes the book New history He’s the Hitman Cool and controlled. Sins have a price Stories unfold. A pile of ashes A heartbeat deleted As chalk lines fade Another mission completed!
