Death Without A Flaw Poem by Shaun Cronick

I've only killed 32 people in my life...
So far a handful a mere thirty two.
But they were all black evil souls,
I live to kill enjoying what I do.

I'll only consider taking the contract,
Strictly on my high moralistic grounds.
And mercilessly blow their brains out,
And that is as callous as it sounds.

For I show them no mercy or pity,
These twisted abusers of the young.
None ever live to tell the tale,
Of meeting me and a job well done.

But there are many more out there,
Arrogantly thinking they're above the law.
So I'm hired to abruptly remove them,
Splattering their blood and brains on the floor.

I'll always use my trusted hand-gun,
A nine mm Beretta is best I've found.
And it's bullets are Teflon coated,
Two in any head ensures they stay on the ground.

And when the guilty are coldly punished,
The innocents clarion for me once more.
For I'm Death perfected incarnate,
I'm Death without a flaw.