Death the Jews have been wiped out
It's all my fault I've been following orders
Guilt building up making me want to cry and shout
Trying to Help the Jews get away across the borders
Never met our leader in flesh he's a foe
He rules by an iron fist powerful we cower in fear
Killed so many people afraid best, to strong in woe
The screams the cries the agony the suffering I hear
But yet we do it we don't fight back
He's a cruel man death to him I pray
His heart is cold his soul has turned black
But there are other powers and I wish he'd not stay
He's here and he's almost won
But instead he decided to use a gun
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Skarlet Love
PoetryAn enthralling set of poems tormenting your heart and mind pulling you in for love Then pushing you back with hate
