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Controlled
From across the ocean
Their drone
One purpose, just to seek and kill
Hone
I can see the target
Their bones
Disintegrated upon impact

Focus my lens and aim for the heart
In perfect stealth I tear their ranks apart
Never seen before, I'm state of the art
I will take their lives, no matter the cost

They cannot defend against an enemy they cannot see
Now barely alive the stragglers hide amongst the debris
Killing them now would simply be an act of mercy
Not a single man could ever hope to hide from me

State of the art killing machine
Confirmed kills: one hundred eighteen

Run all you want, coward, I will find you
Rain or hail, I'll fly through it all
My eye trained, I follow your trail
While you have the time, pick a god and pray
I am but a servant to the men overseas
Hidden in their bunkers, seeing through me
Follow their commands with no hesitation
I am their drone

State of the art killing machine
Confirmed kills: one hundred eighteen



Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Lestor
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