About the “showers” at the death camps.
From inside the chambers
The condemned started to scream.
They tore at the door,
With both tooth and claw.
Slowly the screaming died
To be replaced with pure songs.
From the fields of gain,
To the land of pain.
As the last voice was choked
Heavy steel doors swung apart.
My eyes were then scared,
The truth was so stark.
Inside was a pyramid
Of tortured human remains.
No-one could now hide,
The horrors inside
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