I see it so vividly

Looking at the city it used to be

Lost in the ability to see

What it has to choose to be

And for that I am here

To bring back that choice

For in this thunderous silence

I have become that voice………

The plan will not be easy to execute

I could with a pass of a hand shoot him and walk out

But I need to make it look like a fight broke out

And with the whole club at war

By accident his brain was blown out

She takes his head

Pushes up his chin

He notices me then

As his world comes to and end

Two shots to the body

One shot to the head

Throw his body across the couch

Tell The Reverend Taylor is dead……

Guns pointed at me as I point one at the leader
I need to keep my composer to stay poetic for you readers
So I can explain the story and keep it compelling
So you can understand the mental state
In which I am dwelling

As I was saying
Gun pointed at me as I point mine at him
A block to Decatur
Across the parking lot for a swim
Nah Nah Nah I can’t take this to the river right now
Too many people out there would blow my cover
So I need to take my time for escape and plan another

See to me she was the hunted
And I am the hunter
I am Julian
An assassin trained by life
Former military officer
Formally educated in martial arts and weapons
Informally passing life tests in the streets

Again I’m thinking about my past
Allowing it to cloud the present
The reason I’m even here now
Because of her father the Reverend

He wants her dealt with
Because he is embarrassed
By her choice to sing the blues
Too bad for her his choice
Is for me to bring her blues

She stops four feet away from me
She notices something familiar
Maybe it’s in my eyes
But a lot about me has changed
But what she feels from me won’t hide
See this pretty lady is more to my past
Than her father could know
And because of that
I can get closer once she is done with her show

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As I prepare to kick this door in
I know the weapons I have in my hands are an extension of my talent
My talent of execution
I do not have some random weapon off the street
I have Glock Gen4 17
Not because it’s the hottest thing on the street
But rather what they can do for me
Twenty minutes to get in and get out of the house
Leave not a creature for stirring not even a mouse
This is and will be a wonderful warm up for queuing
Because as Dawn crosses the lake a storm is brewing

Bam!!!
I kick the door in and fly up the stairs
As the head lifts from between her legs
He sees me standing there
The pop-pop in the background
Are his buddies dying downstairs
I can see in his eyes
This little thug is scared
The lady of the night sits there covered and shaking
I tell her get up and walk out her life is not for the taking
I throw her a jacket and point to the door
And kick over her shoes that were sitting on the floor
Now time to business…….

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I took her by the arm and walked her to canal
Crossed the street and went into the casino
They were still tracking us
Walked fifty meters behind us
I went into the club us the crowd again to blind us

Or should I say blind them to us
Because my eyes were on the crew
As whispers in crowd talked of the body of one of them
In a moment it would be two

I put her up on the platform told her to dance there
No matter how mad these guys got they wouldn’t take a chance there
So I slowly walked off getting two to follow me
Knowing once I was done with this part there would only be two left to see

I can’t believe he wants me dead

I can’t believe I mean nothing to him

Because I’m a daughter

And not a son……

A son of which are five not born by his wife

But by the women he preached to on Sundays

And laid with on FUNdays…..

I have to know why

I need to know why

Why as the child and he is the father

Why does he hate me so?

I have to confront him

I need to see his eyes

I need to have him speak

I need to hear is lies

The Preacher Man is the reason I started killing
The Preacher Man is the reason Julian is here
The Preacher Man is the reason I can never be my former self
The Preacher Man created me the day he destroyed me
The Preacher Man gave me this life the day he took life away
Greed, Power, Jealousy all took over that day
The day he took the church from my father
The Preacher Man killed my family that day
That day that he became the Preacher Man…..

35 years ago I was given life.

Today I am reborn of a new breed.

I am taking on a new role.

I am Julian Trevor….