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Landscapes and Gas Chambers
How beautiful is the world outside of here…
Empty bodies march, no, goose step outside,
Leading us into this place,
Where we have nowhere and nothing to hide.
Soft winds blow, taking our breath away,
As leaves fall unto the glistening snow,
On a cold winters day.
Footsteps pad on cramming us in,
Shivering bodies fill this room,
A place we have never been.
Ice crystals dance upon the air,
Branches heavy with winters mist.
Icicles draping down were the seasons kissed.
Toxins leaking through the taps,
Coughing, seizing, and screaming,
We can feel our hearts collapse.
Small and quaint the rabbit scampers through,
Fur as white as the clouds in the sky,
An image of life where things only die.
A feeble claw at a window,
Hoping to see a way, an escape,
Only to see a final glimpse, of the day….
How beautiful is the world outside of here…
Empty bodies march, no, goose step outside,
Leading us into this place,
Where we have nowhere and nothing to hide.
Soft winds blow, taking our breath away,
As leaves fall unto the glistening snow,
On a cold winters day.
Footsteps pad on cramming us in,
Shivering bodies fill this room,
A place we have never been.
Ice crystals dance upon the air,
Branches heavy with winters mist.
Icicles draping down were the seasons kissed.
Toxins leaking through the taps,
Coughing, seizing, and screaming,
We can feel our hearts collapse.
Small and quaint the rabbit scampers through,
Fur as white as the clouds in the sky,
An image of life where things only die.
A feeble claw at a window,
Hoping to see a way, an escape,
Only to see a final glimpse, of the day….
How beautiful is the world outside of here…
Published 22nd Sep 2012
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