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Life Being Stripped From You

Having to strip, Without a choice, Like a chisel carving into wood, Being helpless and not having anything to do, But prepare to be tortured and die, Women and children put in gas chambers, Having to choke off of carbon dioxide, No where to run, Or hide, How can you stay calm with knowing your going to die, You panic and go into shock, Fingernails piercing the walls, Like an electric saw, People getting trampled over, From all the chaos, Nothing left to do, Because has been stripped from you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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