Sniper

Show Us A Sniper

Show us a sniper
In the land of the living
Whose hairs
Fully gray and gold
Conflagrate in fiery blue?

Show us a sniper
In the midst of whirlwind
Whose mien is ever rye
Seasoned with the mystism
Wisdom of Solomonic sage?

Show us a sniper
In the jungle of Justice
Whose swords cement
The bond of sororities
Ripple the worst creeds?

Show us a sniper
In the den of lions
Whose teeth can cut through
The menace of life
Seasoned In Mariotas
And carrots and sticks?

Show us a sniper
Down the Nun River
Who speaks the language
Of the oceans and seas
Of the skies, of the depths
'Of Cross My Skies'