Aviational Armageddon
Since the dawn of creation man has dreamt about flying, a passion, it seems which was simply undying. They grew so excited with the prospect of flight, that they just wouldn't stop until they'd finished their fight. People had tried and people had failed, two brothers kept going until they prevailed. If only they'd known the chain reaction that started, thousands of deaths long after they had departed. Planes used as weapons to end mankind's freedom, weapons used to do evil, weapons used to condemn. The plane had yet to reveal its full wicked worth, the fact that it's slowly killing the earth. We have to stop now before it's too late, a campaign to kill what we campaigned to create. Aviational Armageddon's what I see up ahead, If we don’t stop it now then we’ll all soon be dead. Highly ironic I think I should say, that the plane's left the earth in a terminal way.
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Meako
I am an English teacher at a high school in Blackpool, England. I have various influences, big music fan, real fan of poetry.
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