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My own tragic train of thought Was traveling rapidly And I had a one way ticket aboard There is a Very Indifferent feature About my personal train Compared to other commuters And such- You see; it has no destination It gets to the very end Of civilization Only to go charging off the edge I tried to help the conductor We attempted to slow it down That is when he spoke his final manifesto Then, admitting this was a ruthless battle And it was time for the towel To be thrown; He let go of everything I was petrified However, he stated This was our destiny- That our lives were simply Never meant to be It was reckless To say the least I remember every Last sensation On every single centimeter Of my body And bones I remember the movies, as well- The ones that played calmly In my head Of my whole life Before this death; As we plummeted Into the bottom of the earth