I Pledge Allegiance...
The military has taught me to be more organized in my missions.
Whether supplying the kitchen or making people finish their lives with the fishes.
I fight with permission to execute within all kinds of renditions;
The more graphically done, the more I'm noticed, the more stripes I'll be getting.
I like my existence, survival; the fittest is what I've represented -
Even while I'm submitting to old goats that give me orders with a right to be viscous.
Pious, pretentious as I say a prayer and make deliveries up to God,
then ask for forgiveness while leaving no evidence of me or my job.
Increasing their odds by shooting from distances of ninety-three blocks;
Then watch the shot go through their eyes within one to three shots.
A sniper, elite: never met a target I couldn't reach -
Whether up close right in the streets or with scopes from miles on a peak.
I don't retreat and in no case will I meet defeat -
Not even in fiction; Jason Bourne would've died on the scene.
The mission's accepted and this one is hectic with enemies on the trace
within a Chinese army compound, where there may be no means for escape.
I had to sign a waiver after everything was explained -
Stating I can't use my military credentials while ever being detained.
I'm near the Chinese army base, laying in ditches of mud;
This covers up my entire body to exist as a bug.
It wasn't tough, but the circumference of the base is so tight
with patrols controlling perimeters of the space through the night.
I waited for sights of my target, Xi Jinping; I submit to the trigger -
becoming one with my gun, hunting their leader and highest political figure.
This was the kicker, he's completely surrounded within the view of my scope.
To use this approach, I'd have to hit him with a shot through someone's throat.
The vision is clear, I hit through an ear, which leads to his left eye -
Heard the death cry and smiled, but in the slight noise, they saw me and shot ten times.
I move from the pit, shooting a clip from the SR40 Rugar on my hip.
Leaving pools of them dripped from foolish intents of perusing me quick -
I planned this escape and managed this day for this probable cause.
I follow the trip mines I've set through the forest to topple them all.
I hear the explosions and steer near the motions so I can snipe out the rest -
Surviving the test and ending their fight: their next fight is with death.
I get to cover and I'm not discovered as I trail through the dark.
I finally give my back a pat for never failing my mark.
I was hungry for weeks without much to eat, living with monkeys in trees -
Made camouflage out of bark; becoming one with my scene.
Once again, waiting with patience and not making a statement.
Rations are ate in small paces, while I'm embracing my placement.
I get to the airport, but they're refusing all flights out of the country
without fingerprinting first; So they've almost found what their hunting.
I find a victim, but I don't kill him; I cut off the tips of the fingers,
replace his with mines, singed and fried until my prints had been rendered.
I'm back in the states before that guy awakes - but I still witness the stoppage;
He's trying to use the passport I changed to his face with my identity in his pocket.
They find the hidden camera as well, that I'm surveilling him with -
Because of the clause the U.S. states I don't have a way to exist.
He's detained and then lynched for being linked to the Rugar I dropped.
I knew I missed something, but never miss the fools that I've shot.
With the permission I gave, it's been forbade to have any citizenship with my name -
My birth certificate's faked as well as all the documents that they've re-made.
Non est factum, dropped in Latin to argue and deny my credentials
and any ties to essential U.S. military lines or residuals.