Schutzstaffel
The Schutzstaffel
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
and stack them on a train,
rip them from their sleepy beds
and march them through the rain.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
and stow them in third class
gather them from heaven
and toss them in some gas.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
pluck every one in sight
feed them to the furnace flame
let smoke plumes fill the night.
Pluck the stars, pluck the stars
'til naught but ash remains
we’ll change the sky forever
Earth will never be the same.
10/14/16
Written for contest: My Take On The Holocast
Hosted by: The Seeker
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