Secret Mission

Infiltrate the lion’s den

Mission of the most critical kind

Everything rides on my execution

Succeed and I’ve fulfilled my duty

Fail and I die

Nothing more, nothing less

I do this not for the noteriety

It does not exist here

The players are unnamed and the achievements unknown

It’s not for the selfish sense of adventure

For I am fraught with worry

Sleepless nights precede each mission

Enjoyment cannot be afforded

No, it’s because of the personal request of his excellency himself

Bowing out gracefully not an option

I’m a proud American

I’ll do whatever it takes

Even if it’s looking into the eye of the lion

Author: Whipped Owl

Writer Musician Historian Sportsman Loner

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