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Souls Shriek Silently

Old grey head bent in prayer,
Young red mouth moving with words
No one will hear.
Child's brow pressed to mother's breast,
A mad man fighting to escape.
White faces and ashen lips
Shout silently for help
From an unresponsive fate.
A woman moans for husband,
And a child anxiously waiting,
Sucks his thumb.
A shudder passes through trembling flesh,
And a sigh escapes from ashen lips
As the wind rushes frantically by.
Thunder like crash, oblivion shrieks,
Red flames sheath silver body.
Air Crash: No Survivors

So who's afraid of flying - me - me - me!
And who always gets stuck next to the rosary toting nun? You guessed it - me!

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