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Falling That's what we are doing Slowly spinning out of control The masks drop Like bodies hanging from a noose The turbulence Of a hundred lives Coming to an end Throwing our hearts astray Along with the wreckage Strewn across this valley of despair Wings Ripped from our backs As we lose altitude Along with feeling, Numb to our loses Ears popping Like celebratory bottles of champagne Commemorating our near future deaths The fuselage Comes in like a missile Prepared for utter destruction Touchdown The landing gear didn't deploy You were unprepared As were those watching In pure terror At the scene of our death.
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Cabin Pressure
Falling That's what we are doing Slowly spinning out of control The masks drop Like bodies hanging from a noose The turbulence Of a hundred lives Coming to an end Throwing our hearts astray Along with the wreckage Strewn across this valley of despair Wings Ripped from our backs As we lose altitude Along with feeling, Numb to our loses Ears popping Like celebratory bottles of champagne Commemorating our near future deaths The fuselage Comes in like a missile Prepared for utter destruction Touchdown The landing gear didn't deploy You were unprepared As were those watching In pure terror At the scene of our death.
#death#crash#flight
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corvidophobia
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
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