

Holocaust HorrorI run across the deserted streets, My fate I do not want to meet, The yellow star atop my chest, Never lets me get a wink of rest, German solders everywhere, The stress becoming too much to bare, If they find me, That will surly be the end, I couldn’t stand the camp anymore, But I found out there weren’t any doors, So with some others, I had a plot, To get out of that creepy lot, Some had fallowed, Many stayed, Some were caught, Others fled, They had all of their trust in me, As I had reached the fence, The gunshots started to comHolocaust Horror


hope....Soft, warm tears stream down my face As I return to the ash So many memories Lost in a big mistake But most of all My bestest friend, My homemade dolly His resting place I search through the darkened heap Searching for him Longing for him I spot a piece of cloth Could it be? I cannot believe what I see I pick him up My dolly’s cloth Charred a black that will never fade, But holding him, I remember, The tears fade, A smile comeshope....
-The other one
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"PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD... please."
"What?"
"I said, PUT YOUR MOTHERF***KING HANDS ON YOUR MOTHERF***KING HEAD... please."
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