A piece of metal that I'm forced to settle with..
A never ending contract of everlasting hostility
I'm a guest at the party I hosted... (host dead)
My co-pilot hijacked the original route..
An occurring thought of the plane going down..
Running out of fuel.. I will go down..
Always under pressure.. rest assured..
Rested plenty when in depression..
Explosive decompression?? No. Plane like F-16?? F-22?? U-2 Spy??
I spy with my little eye.. what is that in the sky
A B-52, here for the final shoot..
Lost my battle midway
The war is what I want to win for gods sake..
Waiting to crash at the Atlantic or pacific gates..
Enemy thoughts will come down with me at heavens gates..
My own plane ain't painted a saint..
Depicted to drop bombs instead bombed out..
Suffice to say that sacrifice comes to my attention as a surprise..
"Attention a tension of resentment is persistent"..
Attack.. a tack pinned me on the back; can't look back..
Low altitude.. high attitude.. they'll win.. I'll lose..
The big FU-2 from enemy lines will strike my airline while my O2 is going so soon..
Flight 54 will go boom
All flights are booked
Stay hooked
4 planes against one is all it took
Reading this don't make sense
Now you know my thoughts don't make sense
I can't make amends for the immense amount of pain I gained..
Sore to learn the lore of the words I pour about Flight 54.
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Flight 54
PoetryThe metaphor of a plane being compared to the mind crashing at some point and various thoughts and demons can strike the plane down. Can we really walk away from a incident this big?
