The night is cold with sense of mystery
Your target is within your striking range
The crime will fill the books of history
As you begin to strike you start to change

You climb to the top of the bell tower
When the clock strikes 11 it shall start
At last the time has shortened by an hour
You jump of the tower without a heart

Swiftly killing your target quietly
The crowd was in total shock at the sight
It could of been done very violently
It was still beautiful in its own height

You never know what will happen to you
But your mind really doesn’t have a clue

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