Once upon a heist so dreary, while I held my ground, weak and weary,
Many a-SWAT came at me, carrying rifles, and pistols galore
While I battled, fought the hoard, a sudden pain, I was swiftly floored
A sharp pain, I now stored, my chest pounding, a pain I've never felt before
"’Tis some sniper." I muttered "Put a round in my armor -
Only this and nothing more".

But... distinctly I remember, by the window, Wolf my crew member;
Taking shots, aimed to dismember, such precision, just moments before
High or low, he cleared the street, I can't fathom a sniper on roofs so neat
Yet I lay, I am now truly beat, I see the shape, a shadow, in the far door
Armor thick, and weapon hot, the best of the best in the police corps
Only he and no one more.

Ears deaf, explosions and screams, "Oh ♥♥♥♥! Bulldozer!" He is noticed, it seems
Gunfire fills the air, like firecrackers, like applause or joyous cheers
I dream of a great time, recently had, of fellow heisters all jolly and glad
Shooting balloons, an idea so mad, a celebration of 10 great heisting years
We revered together, every one of us, all the heisting peers
The greatest robbers, without fears.

Where am I now? Am I now transferred? Transmitted somewhere, truly absurd
I am bewildered, I am stirred, desolate plains not even a tree
A man in a tall hat, deathly face, long black coat with bleached bones, set in place
Luke Millanta is his name, a suit maker ace, suits, charm and masks he shows to me
“Come closer”, he says, “See my creations”, “I offer them to you, all for free”
“Come and see, what I offer”, is his plea.

I put on a suit, admire the cuts, the stitches, Luke is surely, giving away his riches
Suddenly, the walls are narrow like roadside ditches, and many enemies, are present too
Wealth in a box, a safe with a lock, surveilled by the most, relentless clock
Around and around I run, my foes are in shock, this cursed kill room, I rush through
Bright green eyes, effigies of malice, look upon me like a hawk upon a shrew
Is there nothing I can do?

Now again, a shift of locale, All look so strange, truly outside any rationale
Wake from this dream I swiftly shall, now that another tormentor rise above me
Like a mountain, he towers upon high, “What’s next?” I ask as bags fall from the sky
Am I now to cook, to stir and fry. What else is there? This tormentor I can’t fight or flee
I feel taunted and tested like a rat in a lab, What could the purpose of this tormentor be
Ever unknown to me.

Again the nightmare takes a sinister turn. Now I’m in prison, a quick discern
I wish from this terror to promptly adjourn, and please my tormenter is the price to pay
He loomed above with a wheel in hand, “Spins this one, it will be mighty grand”
I do now as he did command, I won’t argue with someone taller than I can convey
I deftly maneuver through the compound ground when to my dismay
“Spin another one” he did say.

I blink and now, another change, again my venue fell under an exchange
The house I am in now feels safe yet strange. Perhaps this will be better than before
Oh no I’m in peril, it’s a nightmare, trapped with headless fiends everywhere
I need to wake from this affair, I can not take more terror and gore
My mind is aching, hands wildly shaking, my body been beaten and sore
I miss my heisters four.

From oblivion abruptly I awake, the words “GET THE ♥♥♥♥ UP!” in my ears ache
As the light returns and I see my fate, I am now where I been before
Above me, stands my benevolent keeper, scolding me for my visit to the reaper
I hear the roar of the street sweeper, my energy is restored once more
Perhaps I should leave heisting to these skilled professionals four
I should heist no more, fo' sure!

Quoth the Heister “Give me more!”
OVERKILL_Tobias