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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Smearing live cells, with those of the dead As fires rage higher within, Hold up a hand to cover your eyes Lest your soul be scarred by sin. We shovel the dead, two at a time To their first installment of hell, As flames tear hungrily through their body Their charred souls are left to dwell. You can hear them screeching as doors close Engulfing their corpses in flames, Clawing for the chance of salvation These iron walls echo their pain. When all is done, I stand for a while Fearing to touch hundreds of lives, They echo to me remorseful despair For soldiers who fed them lies. My mind gone blank, I see no more Whilst dark ashes bleed in the room, Out of this portal their ruins do rush To warn the blind of their doom. I breathe it in, a cloud of cinders They scramble to get in my lungs, For I am the slayer of my own Let the devils scrape out my tongue. Time only waits so long, my friend His razor claws beckons round the bend I now know too much, the demons shall send And this incarceration is too my end. *This was a poem created by a promt word CREMATORIUM, and as I tend to write in darkness, I chose to write about perhaps the biggest known crematorium, used to burn millions in Nazi camps. Now my knowledge is not completely sound, but I recall from my history lessons that the final cruelty towards their victims [Jewish in particular] was to burn their bodies. This meant no Jewish prisoner could be reunited with God in their community nor their loved one's eyes, as they believe a body is needed for God to find and welcome them. The Nazi's used prisoners to help "sweep up" the remains, until the prisoners began to see too much and they then killed them as well, although obviously evidence was leaked out and this is why we know today. This poem is written in the POV of a prisoner, i know it is extremely unlikely they were made to actually burn the bodies, but it fitted better. Sorry if I offend anyone with this and thank you for reading.*
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