The best is yet to come. (The man who only knows war)

Hunted like a dog

day after day, waking up finding someone else dead besides me.

Sirens, gunfires...

it was all cold and sad.

Then, I open my eyes

and look back.

I saw everything on flames.

Didn`t hear anybody screaming or crying

just the sound of fire and wind

walking around and playing trough wood and steel.

What a thrill the darknes and silence in night,

i`ll give my life for hearing that sound`s again

they were my lullabies.

I`d stare at the morning sun...

hidden, watching everything trough a rifle`s scope

now I can see it,

not from the inside, but from the outside

as an observer...

the brutality... the stupidity, of man kind

Always the same gross desire,

pass the seed to the next generation

procreating dogs of war.

I sold my soul and my body to have my revenge

became a dog... a sniper.

-You can leave anytime. Get a headstart on your new life-

                                 he said...

--I don`t need a bullet proof vest with a bullet proof reflexes-

                                    I said...

-No ultimate goal, no past, never think about a future;

just the excitement of the battlefield-

--We are prisioners of death-

-Prisioners of death indeed, but...

we`re not tools of a government or anyone else!

Fighting is the only thing i was good at...

but at least i always fought for what i believed in... farewell- 

                            and then he died in my hands.

And now i know, i wasn`t looking for someone to kill.

I was looking for someone to kill me...    stop being a miserable dog.   

                             I remember the proud of a wolf 

-MGS 25th anniversary-

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