Angel Juice They fueled my warplane with 130 grade octane It was bright green and full of spells It was witchcraft just like flight Making my plane soar like a rocket So I could shoot down **** jets Defeat their Me-309 escort fighters Beating them by pure ******* speed Then nail the ***** jet with my cannon Blowing his ******* head off with 20mm Me the aerial knight in his chariot An airborne God in a Hawker Tempest The best fighter plane of the war Superior to all that was German Be it Focke Wulf 190 D versions Or their upgraded Me-109 K series Or the 309s and anything else I was equal to their vaunted jets Like the He-162 Salamander Or fast Me-262 which was ace I was God...
It's coming up to holiday season love to watch aircraft flying overhead seeing them leave their vapour trails I watch the early morning and late afternoon either they are going to their holiday destinations In the mornings Then the ones I see In late afternoon probably returning from holiday try to Imagine where they've been or to where they're going I look up their miles Into the sky think the people on the planes looking out of the windows down to the Earth below everything looking like ants Sometimes When there's fog visibility so bad the planes fly so low In search of the airport you could reach out and touch them Never had a desire to fly In modern planes but given the opportunity to fly a world war two plane I give my right arm that's what you call flying sometime we have fly over Spitfire's Lancaster bomber now they were what you call planes the unique sound of that Merlin Engine unmistakeable beautiful to see them In flight amazing
Never had desire to fly In modern planes but give World War Two planes now that what you call flying
My gut spirals swiftly downwards the twilight zone a throne of skin and bone speaks "Thine sin you must atone." Sat down, below red skies above my head, familiars reflection shines in eyes of thousand flies perched atop rotten meat. I rip my heart out and eat it too. Ignites a fuel deep inside the hollow depths of this mind. A darkness rose, roamed long ago here speaks to me now: "Fear not what is to come, sacrifice the living, **** the young, burn their lungs, eat their tongues an-" "What madness is this?" aksed my image the ghastly apparition "This plane is not unnatural, tis' only a future you invision..."