One Hour: Ten hours and eight minutes after terrible events and tragic loss, an unknown number of eight by twelve sheets of paper fell from the sky. The message printed in simple type, composed in the form of a poem seemed to be composed with an enigmatic riddle ciphered inside. It is uncertain why or to whom the message was directed, but has stirred the thoughts, hearts, and minds of all who read them. Oddly enough, it was 1 P.M., or the thirteenth hour of the day, and a church bell rang with low vibrancy, as the smell of roses scented the air.
Beginning of poem:
If I only had one hour (left), ho...