King of the Air

"Style: Action, Cinematic, Electronic Rock, Industrial, Driving beat. Verse 1 I’m flying high above Caracas skies, Sun in my eyes, confidence in my eyes. My jet hums proud, I’m king of the air, I think I’m untouchable, nothing can dare. Then the warning lights start flashing red, My stomach drops — maybe I’m dead. Verse 2 Missiles streak across the burning blue, Alarms blare loud, I don’t know what to do. I twist, I dive, I pull every trick, This bird won’t listen — I’m in a fix. Smoke fills the cockpit, fire burns bright, I know this isn’t going to end right. Verse 3 I call to base, I beg, I plead, I swear I’ll be good if I only succeed. The jet shakes hard, alarms scream loud, I feel myself falling, swallowed by a cloud. I crash in the jungle, my fate unsure, Life and death now both obscure. Verse 4 Soldiers rush me, guns poking my back, Their boots pound the earth, I lose track. One points and laughs, a slangy little Venez, I stumble forward, can barely stand, I confess. Life hangs by a thread, barely in my control, My pride shredded, my fear takes its toll. Verse 5 I shout: “Who’s the pilot that shot me down?” The little Venez grins, shaking his crown. He smirks, the one running the show, “Relax, gringo, don’t you know?” “You were taken out by Nicolás Marínov, our ace, The pride of the skies, Venezuela’s face.” Verse 6 I think of home, my mom’s good stew, My girl waiting back, if she only knew. The Venez laughs, points at my smoking bird, “You thought you’d escape? Haven’t you heard?” Nicolás Marínov rules the Venezuelan sky, And here I am lying, asking why. Verse 7 My jet’s destroyed, my pride in ruins, The Venez keep jeering, showing no doings. I mutter curses, swear revenge someday, But for now I’m trapped — at their dismay. So remember my tale when you take to flight: Even kings of the air can fall in Maduro’s night."