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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "dedicated to Robert a Owen...a soldier who served" bombing the monster and his minions to on the side of the right,the just,and the true bullets hit the bird called B-17...falling fast to earth with a shrieking savage scream end of the dream for super heroes of the sky...pull the rip cord or surely i'll die hit the ground with a thud but safe in the mud devils army closes in like snarling twisted thugs still alive but taken prisoner to a POW camp freezing cold in dead of winter the commandant laughs...as he bakes the bombadeers the whole camp just gasps their thoughts can't grip the horror and their minds can't grasp the madness soldiers think of simple times before this storm of sadness the bright and the shiny is now charred black and blue leaving pieces of our souls in stalag 42 one year of darkness days...cold confusion...frozen hearts like insanity intrusions bad beasts they bite and bark but hark...we hear the distant rumble of planes,trains and tanks soon the tables will be turned soon the wicked walk the plank most to their ultimate demise and ugly doom because nobody escapes from stalag 42 liberation comes in red...soviets with sadistic smiles...the slaughter soon begins cause they've walked a monsters mile no bullets,bats,or boots...no the leader shows his sickle now swastikas they scream cause they know their time has trickled one hundred heads chopped off like pickles...blood saturates the stump brutal nazis meet their maker in that human garbage dump a lie would be better but it has to be the truth...evil thoughts can't be erased from stalag 42 years they pass and days go by just like they always do at the bottom of a bottle is where i live cause i can't trade the bad for the good like slices of sadism in bloody drowning pools can i rest in peace forever?far away from stalag 42 RIP paw paw Owen
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