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Metal clashes on metal The car slows to a halt But it's too late to stop Us from falling off the edge And as we sink below The surface of the water I wave farewell to life That soon shall be silenced Father turns around with tears In his bloodshot eyes and pain And fear are gripping us I take his hand and As the water starts to seep In we cry together at the horror Of death – we didn't expect It all to end so soon We hit the bottom eight feet Under the surface Is the other car as well sinking beside us? The doors are bashed in We cannot get out What will mom say When we don't show up? Time is running out The water is rising I am getting dizzy As I try to keep from panic My father puts his arm Around my shoulder These are our last moments To share and treasure Before we fade into Whatever may lie ahead I look up once more into his face Creased lines of age and hardship But there is still comfort And as we fade away at last I wrap my arms around him As I did when I was young And bury my head in His shoulder and his arm Squeezes me in reassurance As the world turns black around me 20041115
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"For each time mankind progresses, man himself regresses."
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