Death of An Agent

by macmoosie

A poem, based on the ending of Blood Money, after Amendment XXV and during the beginning of Requiem. Read and Review please. Rated T for mentioned violence.

Disclaimer: Do not own Agent 47

A/N: Poem based on the ending of the game, before and beginning Requiem

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Death of An Agent

I always thought that life was good

Killing for a living

And yet I was betrayed

By my own employer

Never again firing my guns

Putting a bullet in someone's head

Here I lie alone

Agent 47 is damn well dead

I was the perfect assassin

A clone of yet another

A human you could say

Even though it was a lie

I lie in a white suit

In a church

Here I die

Why do I hear a priest speaking?

Oh why, oh why, oh why?

Turns out I'm not really dead

I was not betrayed

Agent 47 is not dead

And happily I will

Once again put a bullet in someone's head