The Holocaust
Torture firing arms innocent child's
mother's weeping beheaded by blades
an many sun's an father's lost their face
in what i call a butcher'd elimination
O' Holocaust of millions to pose
to honour e're soldiers waive
an embrace all for being brave
Think aloud you postures lac of foe
Heave ; for the loss; doth e'er carry?!
what you once hurl'd to bury
Breathe soot; craving my fired root
i'll never be yours by fury nor animus
O' no not in the days of my foot
shall i ever forgive you; by any cause
O' I ponder'd many years have taken
Judgment is yet only in my memory
impressions of times never forgotten
th' man of dark fruit begotten
doth murdered the dear
You worship dark; like heavens shed apart
Insight you think you are;
Yet sagacity doth only appear in thought
But by grace, far more beyond your caught
you lack even air that is why i bear
10/13/2016
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