The bomb

I just found a bomb and it's going to detonate in two minutes from now.

There's no time for the bomb squad, I'm going to have to disarm it somehow.

I've never disarmed a bomb before, can I do it?

I have to be careful or we might not live through it.

The children are screaming and the women are starting to cry.

If I fail at disarming this bomb, over thirty people will die.

My life is flashing before my eyes, I wish I could be with my family just once more.

I love and appreciate them more now than I did before.

I just snipped one of the wires and now the bomb is disarmed.

The people are grateful and I'm praising God because nobody was harmed.

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This is a fictional poem

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