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Evil Found
The dying leaves and decaying bark The ether of silent sorrow stark The earth feels like a distant moon The sun, a glowing bloom, totally helpless to their doom. Nothing here can be real Nothing here can we feel No sound but the whimpering of lost souls They can't even cry - they're just bags of bones Swallow deep, swallow hard Straighten your back, stand hard Fight back tears, fists lock behind your back Clenched jaw ringing in your ears This sight will never leave your fears How can man be brought to this? How can man do this, yet love and kiss? What other animal on the earth is so destructive to its fellow birth? What other animal is so cruel? We stand and look on like pathetic fools The gates are forced, these people can't run They stand around, they can't speak but they're not dumb! Stacked in piles, all dignity erased Burning flesh, a damn awful smell of senseless, barbaric waste Hardened, liberating soldiers fall to their knees Crying, afraid of what they can see They trained for war, they didn't train for this. They were prepared to die, they weren't prepared for this. This stain of shame will always remain human, for this can not be forgiven, for this can not be forgotten It's hard to comprehend It's hard to understand How men can create hell on earth? How men can create concentration camps?
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