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Flight of Fate The people lined up at the gate respond to destiny.... no clue to their impending fate.... the bomb in aisle 'c'. The intercom once more announced "now boarding at gate 'b'. as everyone prepared to mount the ramp to fight 0 3. He watched them from a dim bar booth with no signs of remorse he closed his conscience to the truth and set destiny's course. The innocent would have to die... to him its all the same. He takes another gulp of rye and calls his daughter's name. But Mary Jane cannot reply.. her voice he'll hear no more. "The airline", he cried, "made her die" He'll 'even up' the score. He tells himself he's justified to do this thing he's done... until he looks through fearful eyes and sees his only son !! His son is running for the gate so he won't miss his flight.. the father prays his son's too late... alas to say...not quite. So now its father's turn to run he couldn't stand the pain he'd rather pay for what he's done than lose a child again !! They asked to see his boarding pass but he had none to show... the time to act was fading fast... his progress much too slow. He tosses off rough hands that hold and then proceeds to run he feels his legs begin to fold... felled by a smoking gun. He says, "too late to stop it now" "The bitter seed's been sown". "And though I make my final bow, I do not die alone". The man begins to breathe his last and thinks his vengeance's ceased but what this man has failed to grasp is death won't bring him peace. His daughter tells him, "father dear, you did not need to die" her spirit wipes back bitter tears that stream from out her eyes. "The grief you bore from losing me is what this horror caused". "But now I'm sure that you can see, it was the will of God" "Now I must leave you yet again" "this you already know". "You take the course of sinful men that leads to Hell below". Her father turns to wave goodbye to play the Devil's game... his endless role is e'er to die upon that fateful plane. |
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