He takes her in his arms, looks her in the eye
Whispers in her ear, lays her down with a sigh
He then sits down beside her, tickles her toes
As he caresses a brow that has absolutely no woes
Innocence-laden, she breaks into a sweet, little smile
That seems to ask, “Dad will you be quite a while?”
He then moves to the door, gives his wife a little kiss
And thus completes this picture of pure domestic bliss.
Now in his shed, a few quiet blocks away
On a makeshift table, all his equipment lay
Polished and ready for his mission that night
For the role he would play in his cause, his fight
Which would ignite a panic, so chaotic and wild
That would engulf the lives of another mother and child.
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