You. Whilst playing god. Can decide who lives or dies
Life. Means so little. To a perfect breed. A race... Of masters
You. Took so much pleasure. In killing so many
Boredom evols... And kills
You. Yes you. You thought you. Knew it all
But you were so wrong
So wrong
I saw the black smoke. In the air today
I couldn't escape the stench. The breeze blew into my
Face
Carnage all around. In the barbed wire hell
Take heed to the evil
Belson death bell
Cattle trucks pulled up. In the suns first light
A journey of death. The crematoriums will be ablaze
Tonight
You. Yes you. You thought you. Knew it all
But you were so wrong
So wrong
Never forget, we shall never forget, no never forget, never forget
Your crimes.
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