I dont know who he is.
but they know him as AGENT 47.

black suit.
blood red tie.
And two huge guns.
if you walked past him would you know he was an agent.
probably not.
but if he had the guns in his hand.

i would ruuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn!

im not coming bacccckkkkkk!

This poem was written/submitted by kelly neuendorf.