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[67_Reasons]

When I first wrote this ballad poem, I never thought it would choke me up at the end every time, even on Christmas for the same reason here. I never mentioned one name in here: the names used were just aliases that only I knew for myself where the future me died and the angel brought me out of it all. I assume you read the story to the end you'll know the character in the white hoodie is Jesus himself, and the crown that the angel gave me.

When the reader realizes not all was lost in the first half of the story, they also realize that I only let one person fall in this poem and he was also the "first person's" future self...

I was in the back main isle at Walmart when this happened. It was almost Easter, and the seasonal isle was packed with Peeps and Cadbury eggs. I hung my head down and I felt a shadow approaching. So, I asked him “Are you John Henry Tholms?” He replied, “Are you Samson Todd Bessus?”. As he said this familiar name, I took out the camera in my pocket. However, a loud pop suddenly shook the store. As an undercover officer arrests another unknown person after he dropped his firearm; I turned around and realized who he was shooting at and desperately asked for help. He told me in his last dying breath “Anyone who wants to save their life will lose it.” — Suddenly a burst of light overpowered the soft lights of the ceiling, and a voice shouted down from it. “Reach for me quickly; the instance is about to expire” as I reached for the voice it was like an eagle grabbed my hand and pulled me upward. As I opened my eyes the flash vanished. All of a sudden, the smell of pumpkin spice filled the air and there was outdated Mary Janes in the seasonal section. — As I stood up a crowd gathered around me; “Where have you been!?” “What was that noise?” As I Tried to explain my situation a man in a bright white hoodie was walking around the arts and crafts department. As he lowered the hood a low flying jet flew over the store. I automatically recognized the face of this stranger and came over to give him a hug. — then an old middle eastern man came over and placed a large metal object on my head and I saw that there was a tattoo of an eagle on his forehead. I soon realized what the object on my head was. I told him “Thank you brother for saving me.” He smiled and said, “No friend, he is the one that saved you.” And then I looked at the man who I had been hugging earlier and all of the people who were there in the crowd were all now down on the floor, watching him…