“Come and see, what I offer”, is his plea. “Come closer”, he says, “See my creations”, “I offer them to you, all for free” Luke Millanta is his name, a suit maker ace, suits, charm and masks he shows to me I am bewildered, I am stirred, desolate plains not even a treeĪ man in a tall hat, deathly face, long black coat with bleached bones, set in place Where am I now? Am I now transferred? Transmitted somewhere, truly absurd Heisting is best with friends indeed, and a full crew of heisters four Join our crew, it is your time, open to everyone and to all, is our door Now be a good day for crime, if one is so inclined, join us now, the hour is prime
With much enthusiasm, it would seem, many a-new heisters, joined our teamĬamaraderie is the theme, as all are welcome, and many more We revered together, every one of us, all the heisting peers Shooting balloons, an idea so mad, a celebration of 10 great heisting years I dream of a great time, recently had, of fellow heisters all jolly and glad Gunfire fills the air, like firecrackers, like applause or joyous cheers Yet I lay, I am now truly beat, I see the shape, a shadow, in the far doorĪrmor thick, and weapon hot, the best of the best in the police corpsĮars deaf, explosions and screams, "Oh shit! Bulldozer!" He is noticed, it seems High or low, he cleared the street, I can't fathom a sniper on roofs so neat Taking shots, aimed to dismember, such precision, just moments before distinctly I remember, by the window, Wolf my crew member "’Tis some sniper." I muttered "Put a round in my armor -īut. While I battled, fought the hoard, a sudden pain, I was swiftly flooredĪ sharp pain, I now stored, my chest pounding, a pain I've never felt before Many a-SWAT came at me, carrying rifles, and pistols galore
Once upon a heist so dreary, while I held my ground, weak and weary,
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