The plane I'm on is going slow,
I look and stare down below.
Somethings wrong people are crying,
I wondered if anyone was dying.
I never saw anyone steering the plane,
I wonder if the captain has gone insane.
The plane is moving downward from the sky,
i prayed to God and begged him not to let me die.
Everyones out of there seats yelling and screaming,
I wonder if anyone here is a demon.
I looked out the window, we're close to being dead.
I wish this was a dream and i could wake up in my bed.
But it wasn't a dream it was real life,
I wish i had my really sharp knife.
Then I could put this all to an end,
and i wouldn't have to take the time to mend.
Soon enough we crash into the ground,
after that i couldn't hear a single sound.
Everyone was dead, and so was I,
I never wanted it to end like this, i never wanted to die.
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