Nemesis Is On Our Trail Poem by Justin Gildow

Sneaking through the city
And everything's gone awry
We quickly and quietly move to our next destination
Our next safe haven
We know he's out there
Waiting for us
Waiting to strike

Nemesis is on our trail
And he's out there somewhere

We'll have to lockpick our way into the buildings
We sneak through the back alleys
Guns drawn
We'l have the unfortunate task to take him down
To make sure he's gone
And then we'll be off
To make the perfect escape