Wicked Gready And Grim Poem by nayeli contreras

I tell the story of a man
awfully sickening, gready, grim
steal and murder were his desires
trying to kill many before he expired
walked into a bank
gun under his shirt
feet trudging along mud and dirt,
pulled out the gun to the first one he talked
all exsits made them lock
Filled with fear infant minds as he took out of the safe
dollars, nickels, dimes
saw some one moving just within sight
and shot not knowing it was a child in fright
seeing the pool of bood he was not concerend
thinking that the child was now lesson learned
back to his car carrying only the bag and his wicked satisfaction
hurried out fearing the cops reaction
he drove off into the night
only shadows nierieth light
he stopped startled by an awful scent
frightened in his heart a dent
wondering peered in his lout
to find starring back at him rotten fruit
felt a breath and then turned around
and you'd be surprised at what his eye's found
They boy he had shot stood there starring
the bullet hole bleeding he was barring
The man realized he had shot the devil
transformed into this familiar face
the face of the young boy he had been
before he commited any awful sin
he was then dragged to the deepest darkest corner of hell
where fallen angel's once fell
he was decapitated
torn limb from limb but i guess that's what you get
when you wicked gready and grim