Objective number one

From a distant land
From the west or east
Your tormentor comes
By marking his territory with your odor
He becomes one of yours too
You created him at his laboratory
You armed him until the teeth
In your crib trained him
You loved him and defended him
You saw him grow
And after at the that he become

A large anchor on his conscience
But it is too late to erase his mistakes
It is already part of its history
You have put his seed to spread
You reap and chokes on what you have sown
You teased with fire
You if hurt
Your entrance door he kicks and breaks down
He invades his home
And you to him

He terrorizes his town
A reward
An ambush
In every street corner
You and he are at a crossroads
His fate
The end of him is right?
You already walked these roads
The end is near of him?
The streets are deserted
It is his war
Your inner peace
It was already
Is in the crosshairs
End of his oppressor?

Like a ticking bomb
In the uncertain time it will shatter
And you're on the wire
Of the skein that will have to disable
Do not be late
Every time is valuable
Do not stop
He is right on target
Point and shoot
He is his greater objective