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This is summary of a short story trumpeting the relevancy of Christ and His prevalence

Chee ooo! Cheeooo! Contineous sreeching of two metallic objects were overheard, as they erupted into ominous sound which startled passers-by out of thier wits. This intermittently incongruous noise coming from this friction were juxtaposed with shouting propagating from chain of windows purported to be coming from thousand of passengers. Sooner than later, this bursted into enormous commotion as uncomfortable inertia erupted into into collisions whilst chain of couches intermittently stroke one another. Untold internal breeding were observed os scores of also stroke agaisnt supported pole and the seats. The friction coming from these metallic wheels and the celsius of enormous heat on the track, the train finally derailed. Brutality! Creep in as the couches galloped on the undulated. Uncontrollably, the train ran towrds a crimson banner believing to had hinted the danger ahead,after that sharp curve leading to the bridge. Abrupt breaks were applied, but not when that speed of light could be halted before it enters the ocean. 'Survival of the fittest' was the order of the day, as most used thier immediate intuision to escape this disaster and most made thier emergency exit through the windows as they trooped through.Unfortunately, as a result of bad landing most never wake up again, and whilst those beliving in thierstrngth and knowledge perished the feeble ones commence to meditate with eyes closed believing their Saviour to intercede. Opening the eyes the iris caught a glimpse of the conspicuous red banner, the crimson became noticably as that long momemtum of couches rushed towards it. Miracle! Paradoxically, after many uprooting of tree by this force associated with the train, it finlly came to submissiom as it halted by that feeble stick with red clothe hanging on it. 'Wonders,they say would nevser end'. And the feebles ones jubilantly focked out of the couches with avalanche of tears comming thier cheek. Efua Medalene happened to be a victim, inquisitively prowled towards that strange red clothe. Suddendly, she trotted backwards as she back off with morbid cry which drew attention, and droplets of blood coming from the shirt which was purported to be white was observed. Searching through the hinterland a man believing to had bled to death was found, with pierce at the rib. And upoun general consensus of bullet in the rib, ballistic expect were invited believing to be a foul play and through critical analysis the truth was later revealed that the deceased first noticed the damaged bridge and lost of lives about to happen, and urgently need a red flag to signal danger.So this man in a white shirt prepare to save lives pierced himself, sucked his blood with the shirt till the shirt turned crimson, hung it on a stick,and bled to death so destruction and lost of lives were averted. (Guess who this man was)