You can only imagine the dilemma,
As the figure flew into the bank,
Gun in hand as if an expert,
Little did he know there was a hero amongst the crowd,
A single strike upon the neck,
That is all the mockingbird sang,
For even the alarms bell could not ring,
The time for greed was splayed and impaled,
A crow perched upon the shoulder of the devil,
Sent to do the work of collecting the tormented soul,
There in hell his soul was parched and ever blazing,
To the void he remains till he does his time.