Uknown Events To The Unworthy
Freight cars moving down the track,the time had come no looking back.Hard to breath amidst the crowd, afriad to speak your word aloud.
Hearded like cattle through the night, closing your eyes to pray for light. A view of smoke off in the distance, the smell of bodies, loss of existence.Fences and wire as gates come to view,through deaths door, but you pray its not true.
Divided by use, your family is gone, divided by worth, some dead before dawn. Some yearn for death, for there already dead, bodies lay buried deep in their head.
Dogs always barking, guns at ready, a tortouris life where insanity steady. Words were just dreams such death was too real. Working to live, you pray not to feel.
The world sees you dying and still they stand by untill ships explode and their soilders die. Memories congealing, so long was the wait, when innocence is murdered wheres the debate.
Millions of deaths played out in the mind were not important, were we not inclined.
Some live in denial till this very day, that this never happened this act of decay. But the camps are to real and the memories to freash. It is hard to forget this hunger for flesh.
The hate and the voilence that flowed on the wind. To be born jewish was proof you had sinned. Bathed in the blood of the ones that you love. You never could question what were capable of.
Hearded like cattle through the night, closing your eyes to pray for light. A view of smoke off in the distance, the smell of bodies, loss of existence.Fences and wire as gates come to view,through deaths door, but you pray its not true.
Divided by use, your family is gone, divided by worth, some dead before dawn. Some yearn for death, for there already dead, bodies lay buried deep in their head.
Dogs always barking, guns at ready, a tortouris life where insanity steady. Words were just dreams such death was too real. Working to live, you pray not to feel.
The world sees you dying and still they stand by untill ships explode and their soilders die. Memories congealing, so long was the wait, when innocence is murdered wheres the debate.
Millions of deaths played out in the mind were not important, were we not inclined.
Some live in denial till this very day, that this never happened this act of decay. But the camps are to real and the memories to freash. It is hard to forget this hunger for flesh.
The hate and the voilence that flowed on the wind. To be born jewish was proof you had sinned. Bathed in the blood of the ones that you love. You never could question what were capable of.