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The Final Solution II

Let murderers subdue the guilt within
let not such burdens weigh upon your heart,
for bound by oath, your troopers are akin
to brothers that share equally in part.
‘Tis fiendish pride that fills your evil corps
of blackened angels, donning skull and bones.
Such ghastliness that even you abhor
though, each within your wicked court condones.
Your manifesto set the world afire
as subjects fell in line behind its creed.
And, all knew well your odious desire
to wash away all traces of this deed.
Though insolence concealed the mass demise,
the devil’s plan was merely a disguise.

The devil’s plan was merely a disguise
to sanitize a compromised regime.
Through genocide, you sought to neutralize
the blemishes that undermined your scheme.
Deception reigned to keep the world at bay
while wielding death became a craftsman’s trade.
As millions perished, secrets slipped away,
no longer could you hide this vile charade.
Preponderance unveiled your true intent,
exposing crimes of innocence destroyed.
The quantity accrued to such extent
their exodus would leave a silent void.
The sacraments of nescience begin
to wash this inquisition of its sin.

To wash this inquisition of its sin,
the shadows cast by those you sent to die, 
from mortared pyres blew ashes to the wind,
as belting chimneys filled a Godless sky.
The living hung their skin on tattered frames 
then prayed to gain another day of life.
Battalions, with intent to snuff these flames,
were joined in force to liberate the strife. 
These sordid deeds a demon had concealed
as savage angels eagerly complied.
Through trials just, the evidence revealed
this human devastation so denied.
The depths a man can hate are still unknown,
‘tis proof their god has left them all alone.

‘Tis proof their god has left them all alone
If not, then how could he dare tolerate
such indignation, or ever condone
the magnitude of evil incarnate?
‘Tis evident, for how could anyone 
deny that god no longer hears your prayers
nor bears empathy for what has been done.
Your god has washed his hands of your affairs.
But hope eternal bides within a heart
to lean upon when evil biddings rear. 
That hope is God and He shall ne’er depart
and ever is His mercy always near.
The hopeless heart shall render it amiss
to seek salvation in a bleak abyss.

To seek salvation in a bleak abyss.
intensifies the strength of mortal man.
When faith abides within the balefulness,
it thus, provides endurance to withstand.
Let not this madding plight deny His grace
for God knows well that flesh is born of pain.
Let not man’s hate, your faith in Him displace
nor let it fill your heart with pure disdain.
And know that God shall call his angels in
to free you from these bonds of such dismay,
Hold fast to faith for you shall not know when
the armies of His angels pass your way.
And when you thought He’d left you all alone,
all hope was vain, and nothing could atone.

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