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The Plane Crash Tales

The air was black, and the fire burned bright
From the airplane that crashed to earth that night.
The wreckage was gruesome; the earth was bloodstained.
Everyone dead except the eight who remained.
Among the survivors were a police officer, senator, and a nun.
A doctor, and a professional athlete who was matched by none.
There was an actor; a marine,

And a gangster rapper who was only eighteen.
They were all lost; without a clue.
No one among them knew what to do.
No calls for help could be made
And they knew nothing good would come if they stayed.
The fellowship must travel across lands they do not know
In freezing weather, and knee deep in snow.
In hopes to get back to their civilization;
Many miles they must walk with no hesitation.
The senator was a tall pale white man
Whose sole purpose was to make as much money as he can.
He drove the nicest cars, and wore the nicest clothes.
He could travel anywhere he chose.
The government was missing money;
And everyone thought it funny
How lavish the politician could be.
A tie to the missing cash; no one could see.
The people are broke, the country is in debt.
Our supposed leaders don't even fret.
Running for election, he claimed he would support,
But we've seen nothing but money export
To places and things we do not know;
And if asked for explanation, the senator could not show.
The nun was an elderly woman who was pure and true.
If someone was in need there was nothing she would not do
To help them out or give them blessing.
This kind hearted nun could teach us all a lesson.
She loved every man and every creature;
The word of the lord, she was a brilliant teacher.
Every minute she was not helping, she was praying;
For she knew on this planet she would not be staying.
Eternal life was in her future in the heavens above
Her savior's welcome warm like a glove.
So she believes, no facts can be seen,
But nevertheless she is sweet and serene.
The police officer was muscular and sturdy.
A shame his tactics were violent and dirty.
He had lies to tell and drugs to place;
Even bash the occasional suspect in the face.
A defender of the law he most certainly was.
But it can not justify the things he does.
A criminal would always be found;
Even innocent he would take you to the ground.
Plant the evidence on you and use it for trial;
Make sure the next phone you dial
Is from inside a prison with no hope of leaving.
Your pride and innocence, no chance of retrieving.
The actor was handsome, and very sleek.
His career was flourishing, he was at his peak.
He

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