🚀 go-pugleaf

         finish with cartwheels the happy smiling airplane
     plumeting down wings severed windows blasted spinning
     wildly down cartwheels down diving down down down all
   the well dressed well groomed pilot and co-pilot can do
    is much screaming in the deafening rush no way to save
  themselves from flailing themselves to death even though
  the clicking efficient harnasses belting them into their
 apocalyptically rupturous jolting seats are so pressuring
     vital organs to the point of life function disruption
  even before the impact sctatters them in a mind blurring
   moment to oblivion for water is being just like rock at
  such velocity like causing a crater that subsides as the
 only differance the only sign being debris swept suddenly
   asunder by the towering storm the engines tumbling in a
jet bit chaos mixed with equal parts appendages guts blood
    hair soaked clothes and torsos down down down into the
     gnashing darkness within minutes attracting a teeming
  cloud of sharks to clean up what is organic so within an
 hour of the little god's time there is nothing but sundry
 divers inconsumables on the miles down bottum silty black
  tumbling in the currents and distributed to every of the
   eighteen directions this the end of a disaster that did
    with the grey drab misguidedly stupid fucking dumbness
 heap of thought that man can fly should fly and fly start