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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1982995

Poem about WW2 gas chambers.

Tragedy in the race
As feeble frames lie slain
Babies cling to mothers
Down comes the floating rain
Guards stand devoid of tears
Their families know no pain
Then they scrape away the corpses
Until the chamber fills again.
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