Stuck in a grid-lock at a thousand miles an hour,
A whirlpool of color, a maelstrom of terror.
The starship was due to fly today,
I parked at the invisible flight-tower.
The terminal was a name-branded convenience store,
Selling overpriced perpetual debt.
Provided you have a soul, you don't need common sense,
So drink up, and why not buy some more?
I looked at the shattering mirror,
And I saw you at the check-in desk.
There was nothing I could do, it was all because of you.
They all sat down at the terminal,
For the starship to the afterlife.
They closed the gate behind me,
I left myself on the other side.
So here I am now on this voyage of the damned,
A starship that never left the ground.
I wished with all my might that this was just a dream...
...I'm still waiting for that wish to come true.
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