-+[2 weeks later]+-
I am complete. Jesus has saved me from my sin. I am here walking down the sidewalk listening to my mp3. A cool breeze glances across my neck. I wonder why people choose not to live their lives with joy.
I started attending church. The messages make sense now.
God’s not done with me.
I give God thanks for one more day.
The walk sign flicks on. I begin crossing the street.
my Scars have been healed.
God is my Way Maker.
About halfway across the crosswalk, I hear the screeching of tires.
Comatose.
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Take the opening statement, let’s invert it.
Apologies on the Lateness of this update. I really don't have time to properly be the Assassinator.