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.)
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