Expedition to Bedlam

A journey to hell

Choo-choo-choo-choo
Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga
Choo-choo-choo-choo
Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga

Trees tremble collectively with slight vigour;
As the railway progresses rapidly;
Past verdant fields and mountainous ranges,
Beyond brawny bridges and buildings and
By rippling aquatics and riversides.

Choo-choo-choo-choo
Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga
Choo-choo-choo-choo
Chuga-chuga-chuga-chuga

A tedious clamour
Made by the trains motion over the line.
Instantaneously derailment transpires chaotically
Vowing to create immense disarray.
Fears gravitate in this danger zone.
Piercing screams and temperatures brew.

Foul odours of sweat and perspiration
Belonging to defunct persons.
Like SAW bedlam tore purposeless lives.
Survivors' admittance of the scene;
Is all too real.
No one pines for recollection of this expedition to Bedlam.
Nevertheless memories pledge to reappear;
With unwelcome knocking on the door to their lives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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