They prepared their voyage
Everybody was delighted to go
With projects in their minds
At the take off all went fine
After flying for hours
The plane crashed on the mountains
Half of them survived
They had to find a way to stay alive
No food
No life
They ate
Flesh
Some of them refused to eat it
They grew weak, the injured died quickly
Their thirst never posed a threat
An avalanche that covered the plane
Killed many more
They tried to make short expeditions
But they f*cked it up
They set out, all together, following the river
It was a failure
Pieces of the wreck were found
Like the receiver
With which they could hear
That nobody was searching for them
They called for help, but transmission failed
Slowly they died
Having eaten one another