USER: Please create a synopsis of the following text with insights on the themes and morals contained. The Text: A long and solemn walk from the prisons stone and locks silent existential contemplations a man condemned and deep in thought A lot of information is exchanged in a glance between two men at the gallows while they're being hanged Before the final fall, with tensions running high the tears of life's regret in one weary mans eyes The second man was stoic and accepting of his fate his jaw set and determined his hands and his knees didn't shake The first guy fought as they bound his hands the second complied and followed demands A man in a hood stepped up to the lever "Any last words? Try to say something clever" "I don't want to die!" the first man replied then on went the sack as he continued to cry The calm rugged stranger stepped up to his mark upon a precarious pine platform above 8 feet of dark He spoke low but clear as the crowd gathered near a collective hand to their ears, they leaned in to hear My name is unimportant but I'm a man in demand I've robbed banks and casino's all over this land I'm not gonna tell you that I don't deserve to swing and I'm ready to hang once the fat lady sings It's hard to imagine that it all ends here and yet here I stand as a man without fear Before I go, I'll have you know, I worked with some fine folk a short time ago These were great guys just like you and your brothers they watched out for each other and respected their mothers They...

USER: Please create a synopsis of the following text with insights on the themes and morals contained. The Text: A long and solemn walk from the prisons stone and locks silent existential contemplations aL is for limits I'm still searching for mine there might still be a white knight somewhere deep in my mind this one is a classic a fairy tale with a twist some misaligned motives and an end that just fits not Cinderella, Rapunzel or Little Red riding hood there's no 3 little pigs in a house made of wood Just a musical man condemned and deep in thought A lot of information is exchanged in a glancein a foreign land who when he needs money offers a hand vanquishing the vermin and getting rid of rats and with them the chance of a black plague attack The town was infested, a scene in the streets black mats of foul fur churned greasy in heaps dark eyes on the rooftops, whiskers under doors transgressed between two men at the gallows while they're being hanged Before the final fall, with tensions running high the tears of life's regret in one weary mans eyes The second man was stoic and accepting of his fate his jaw set and determined his hands and his knees didn't shake The first guy foughtholes as they bound his hands the second complied and followed demands A man in a hood stepped up to the lever "Any last words? Try to say something clever"scurried across floors From outside the gate and over the hill came the clicks of expensive leather boots a whistle on the wind, lonely and slow, the subtle swishing of a crushed velvet suit he had a wide brimmed hat, a guitar on his back and a leather strap matching his kicks "I don't want to die!" the first man replied then on went the sackknow who ye are" as he continued to cry The calm rugged stranger stepped up to his mark upon a precarious pine platform above 8 feet of dark He spoke low but clear as the crowd gathered near a collective hand to their ears, they leaned in to hear My name is unimportant but I'm a man in demand I've robbed banks and casino's all over this land I'm not gonna tell yousteps toward the bar, "and You clearly have a problem that I don't deserve to swing and I'm ready to hangcan fix" He motioned to the whistle hung by chain on his chest, a shiny silver symbol that tended to impress who hadn't heard the rumors about the rat mans skill, a solitary mercenary using tunes to kill just then a fat rat ran across his right boot, His left pinned the tail and he gave a short toot as the silver pipe barked the rodent collapsed, his eyes glazed over and he rolled on his back That's my stock in trade - I deal with mice, or rats and possums, roaming rodents and the like if you want your town back I'll need a shovel and a check payable on completion and some professional respect The document was drafted and the details defined, he left for the outskirts once the fat lady sings It's hard to imaginecontract was signed near the steep cliff overlooking the fjord, he dug a deep pit that it all ends here and yet here I stand as a man without fear Before I go, I'll have you know, I workedhe covered with some fine folk a short time ago These were great guys just like you and your brothers they watched outa board He he wiped sweat from his brow and trudged toward town he was happy for each other and respected their mothers They may have told me about this little town out west they had it all planned out, so I was impressed The place was remote, and ripe for the picking so I loaded my gear cause the time clock was ticking I had an old sheriffs uniform that didn't fit cause I'm fat So we needed a guy thin enough to fit that and we had a man on the inside who worked for the town hework but didn't like his job and thought he got pushedgetting screwed around The hooded executioner tapped his bootsome towns were notorious for dishonored deals this was not his first concert but things still might get real He cracked his knuckles and whet his lips his whistle at the ready, he inhaled and let rip a long string of notes in slow Thesesteady waves a call to the rodents entrancing the slaves In the streets rank and file from the smallest of mice to the fat cat sized rats that make women run for their lives he beat a steady drum with the heals of his boots walking toward the cliff and the pit he'd dug to use When he reached the excavation and he pulled aside the board at the steep sided pit in the field by the fjord he circled round and played the few last words were running quite long he breathed a deep sigh, deciding to see were it goes and let this bird sing his lastbars of siren song The condemned continued to tell a tall tale about a perfectly plannedwave after wave fell into the cave as more marched helplessly along A half hour later he was standing at the bank heist and him getting jailed He talked about the system that made people poor by certificates of debt the bank kept behind its doors While he kept talking, a distant whistle blowing. Hangman'shis check in hand on the lever inflamed contempt showing "That's the 3-0-5 from Houston and the end of your story. Make your peace outlaw I'm sending you to glory" What next transpired is in dispute,as planned, but no surprise, no thanks the teller acted agitated and said to sit and wait there had been some men present say his hands came loose, as he pointed his fingers and lifted his thumbs, in a mad mocking manner he held up his "twin guns" He stared down the hangman who was amused and incensed, then with two empty hands, shot him twice in the chest though the bullets were real it was all misdirection, just a sniper accomplice on a rooftop near by As smoke billowed upward The bank was on fire! the sheriff was weary, it was no day to die One day as a sheriff and the locals looked hard, toothless bourbon swillers, ruthless killers over cards The lawman stepped lively, his hand on the grip as the outlaw removed his collar and let the rope slip A closer shrieking whistle of the fast approaching train, and potential of escape for the men who were detained As the flames licked higher and the wickets caught fire and the banks mental bars glowed red more citizens came running with buckets of water quite concerned that the spectacle could spread The few left at the gallows were in for a treat as the outlaw cleared his throat and continued to speak he tried to explain that this fire could be a blessing and neglected to inform them about all the cash missing The mortgages and loans for the horses and the shops, incinerated as they waited, for the train to get loaded up Two short whistles, that's the cue departing the scaffold there was no time to lose Down the ladder fast as ferrets, his boots touched earth and he wheeled at the sound The lawman's gun held cocked and ready, "hands to the sky and turn back around" Cheers as the sheriff bound and shackled the miscreants they parted as the sea making passage toward jail an eye on the roof line, there must be a rifleman, he had made it this far and was intent to prevail The locomotive landing was adjacent to the station and through a heavy gate and locking chain Four short steps he could mount the platform proper Three strides more to the soon departing train Two men tensely walking with One destiny entwined The lawman saw it all and knew now was the time His new belt a little loose, the holster hung low as were his own aspirations not so very long ago The crowd didn't question as the sheriff freed the lock and pushed the man onto the platform as if helping lift him up He re-locked the gate tight and got him to the train, with just an engine and a carriage all the others would remain In the stately business car there weredispute o'er the signature and date This will take seven or eight guys, cracking bottles of whiskey and sharing high fivesdays to clear the mayor's gone on business you're gonna have to hang round here until he gets back and endorses your pay you can rent a room at the saloon down-the-street and cross-the-way He shook his head and set his jaw as he walked toward the door the smirking sheriff snorted, his town had chosen war as the townsfolk cleaned off rat piss and scrubbed the baseboards down they were clearly complicit in the actions of the town They laughed and leered while others jeered but not one single soul offered thanks to them just a game, not an ounce of shame for his treatment by the cashier at the bank He flashed back to his teacher at the music academy lecturing on theory and getting things right his mind was decided this hamlet needed tragedy his finger traced the latches there'd be recompense tonight As midnight approached he walked to the well and tuned the strings slowly as he sat upon the sill for bigger game a bigger weapon as he strapped the six-string on, warming up and stretching well before unleashing sirens song With the cascade of notes came a shuffle of soft steps treading slowly entranced while the men in town slept none of the women could resist the tunes allure and the musicians intent to be done once and for sure A costume tin starchoir in their bed cloths in the moonlight in the square then marched toward the cliffs and the hell that waited there at first he had the thought of escorting to the pit the wife of the mayor and her two bratty kids A sadistically simplistic way to render them as meat the starving rats in the fresh dug pit could enjoy a midnight treat At the very last minute just before they fell in he altered the melody and they started to spin As they rotated they disrobed dropping linens in a heap waltzing naked in the wind while twirling in their sleep the granny's less their panties and the aunts sans pants joined uncovered mothers, dozing daughters in the rat mans dance This very famous waterfall they call the ladies leap once had another name before the events of which I speak they spun into the current tragic magic in their slumber awakened by the water just before it took them under With half of the populace washed clean of their sins he turned back toward town and considered the men it came all at once in it's poetic conclusion a final solution of artistic retribution Uncovering the pit, he dropped in the board and up came an army in a starving rat horde A flurry of notes and the rats stood transfixed melodically commanded they swayed while whiskers twitched At some deep level they understood he intended mocking so rat infested bedclothes climbed above the rat filled stockings the slippers writhed with mice and squeaked as rodent legs touched down compelled by the musician as they could not resist the sound While you wear this whistle they will obey your command he remembered witching words from the far and foreign lands but this was too much, he broke concentration and choked on his spit as he laughed in frustration As the feminine shapes fell in heaps at his feet he thought of the men in the village fast asleep a night eating and drinking free of the rats boasts from the sheriff that there won't be a tax Tomorrow the ratter will be escorted from town told to be gone, he's not needed around surely black magic and you best not return the church will be informed, circle back and you'll burn He would make them an example to always pay the bill you don't leave an enemy an axe to grind or time to kill snot nosed kids abruptly awoken cold and crying for their mama's didn't have time to dwell on their dads, once confronted with rat filled pajamas The alleys eerie and silent when the whistling finally stopped just the distant click on cobbles and a swishing low and soft windows stayed shuttered seven nights and seven days no longer needed, the legitimate law locked in the jail and defeatedsmoke from the chimneys, the mayor returns from time away A Southbound train to race a rail to the border, heweek of fine feasting had spoken the truth just not in the right order. "Just like I told you nobody gets hurt, You just waitmade the rats round and the extra excreta increased by the pound the men reduced to meaty meals but where were the ladies? their clothing located with the remains of their babies He found his door ajar ,as were all the doors he passed as if they'd been propped open, an invitation to the rats he slipped in the filth and tripped cross the threshold sprawling to the floor in his private sanctum,now his dank destroyed den, he then found something more The mortified mayor regarded the carnage He knew his mind was slipping but had kept it to himself the crumbling facade had clearly come to focus when he forgot to sign the check and had instead enjoyed his wealth Above the cold hearth tacked to the mantle a hand written invoice, diagonally canceled Services rendered. Unable to pay. Thanks for the shots and then you fall in the dirt" In the hood, you're good, no one knows your face and we've got the inside sheriff as our up the sleeve ace I keep them busy talking while the boys clear the bank, we burn it when we're done and if they're smart the folks say thanks The bank robbing Robin hood was once a tough gig Some tellers non compliant and some customers think they're big but lately the banks had all lost their minds demanding patrons bandanna's be pulled up all the time Next came the hangings and things got out of hand soon chaos erupted and spread through the land The crowds love the theater, the finger guns bit is funny and they don't look at the people who are stealing their moneybusiness. Have a nice day.