Saint of life and death

world war 2

I came to lovely country called Poland  shortly after world War 1 and I stay in the mountains  I don't quiet like the progression of traveling so I Walk everywhere I meet a young and his wife his name is max he is know in the 20th century known as magnito he was kind then he loved his wife so much I saw what happened I wanted to help but I learnt you mess with the balance something worse will happend. So I hid like I always do and in 1947 I moved back to America illegally  I met alot of people I traveled and I saw amazing things it seems better and worse there was racism and sexism not half as bad as what I have witnessed but still horrible I then meet a sweet man he's Jewish he teaches me Hebrew and many other things of his belife he tells me what happend in world war 2 he introduces me to his family and  a year later were getting married he wants kids I don't he understand  one night I wake uo to the sound of banging "hunny wake up" I gently shakes him he wakes up we both look around we hear nothing then we walk outside and look around we see the words burn on are window "thai is the 6th time" I say he sighs and nods "I know love hut it's alright" I smile and kissies his cheek "let's head bac-" I freeze the sound of a gun then him dropping I grab him and I try to stop the bleeding it won't stop I scream and beg for someoen to call the police by the time someone calls my love is gone I sob and sob until I cannot cry anymore.

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