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Holocaust
Whistle blows...
Getting up...
Tired...
Hungry...
Cold...
Standing in line...
One by one...
step by step...
in the freezing snow...
all i ask is why
Why did God make these evil men...
Staring at the green, clean uniforms while looking at the rest of us;...
Dirty...
Staving...
Beaten...
the question is what have we done to deserve such harsh treatment?
We get labeled with strange badges:
Red: for Political prisoners
Green: for Criminals
Black: for Anti-Socials
Pink: for sex offenders/Homosexuals
Blue: for Emigrants
Purple: For Jehovah's Witnesses
yellow: For us
As for they children what about the children?
They are formed in a line as well separated from us...
We were beaten...
and the chambers the horrid chambers for gas...
Many of them experienced it...
the venomous fumes they had to not smell...
the fumes watered their eyes...
and one by one each died...
...sometimes there would not be enough room for the children...
...So they burned them...
...and made us clean up our ashed up kin...
...This man of evil...
...He didn't care for us...
...He wanted us to be annihilated...
So I ask you this God:
Is there a way we can be free?
Is there a way we can be saved?
...Please...
...help us...
Is there a way you can stop these men of evil?
Is there a way out of this nightmare?
This nightmare of darkness...
This nightmare called Hell?
Getting up...
Tired...
Hungry...
Cold...
Standing in line...
One by one...
step by step...
in the freezing snow...
all i ask is why
Why did God make these evil men...
Staring at the green, clean uniforms while looking at the rest of us;...
Dirty...
Staving...
Beaten...
the question is what have we done to deserve such harsh treatment?
We get labeled with strange badges:
Red: for Political prisoners
Green: for Criminals
Black: for Anti-Socials
Pink: for sex offenders/Homosexuals
Blue: for Emigrants
Purple: For Jehovah's Witnesses
yellow: For us
As for they children what about the children?
They are formed in a line as well separated from us...
We were beaten...
and the chambers the horrid chambers for gas...
Many of them experienced it...
the venomous fumes they had to not smell...
the fumes watered their eyes...
and one by one each died...
...sometimes there would not be enough room for the children...
...So they burned them...
...and made us clean up our ashed up kin...
...This man of evil...
...He didn't care for us...
...He wanted us to be annihilated...
So I ask you this God:
Is there a way we can be free?
Is there a way we can be saved?
...Please...
...help us...
Is there a way you can stop these men of evil?
Is there a way out of this nightmare?
This nightmare of darkness...
This nightmare called Hell?
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