Cement Overcoat

Two Wiseguys have locked me in their car trunk and are taking me for a ride. In just a little while from now, those two men will commit homicide. I was an eyewitness and I was going to testify. But the Mafia captured me and now I will die. They're going to throw me in the lake after giving me a cement overcoat. It will be heavy enough to sink me to the bottom, I certainly won't float. The car has stopped and those two men are opening the trunk. They're getting ready to cover me with cement, my boat is sunk. Suddenly I hear thunder, and lightning just struck those two punks in the head. God has saved me after the Government failed to, those evil fiends are dead. I'm still shaking because I was so terrified. If God hadn't intervened, I would've died. If you're wondering how grateful I am to The Lord, the answer is a lot. God saved me because I'm a Christian and those Wiseguys were not. (This is a fictional poem.)