The Bus

The bus driver was crazy

This we have all known

We never thought she would snap

Going from crazy to psycho in just a few seconds

She was yelling and screaming

Something in an unknown language

I picked out a word or two

They were Latin that old dead language

She had to be screaming a chant

For she let go of the wheel

And stood up and said

"For all you have done you will all be dead!"

She went on to chanting again

As the bus swirved and went back and forth

She fell to her knees praying something fierce

Quickly we went off the cliff

Going down and down

Everyone screaming for there was going to be no quick death

We were all going to die slowly as was her intent

The bus hit the ground and thats all I remember

For now I am a ghost

And I felt I had to tell you my story.

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