Six million Jews, forgot how to cry,
Gas chambers and Zyklon B, oh my.
Chills were seeping into my skin,
The camp of Majdanek in Lublin.
Crematoriums jutting through the leaden sky,
And did they, too, forget how to cry?
Thousands of shoes, each pair silently screams,
Someones murdered dreams.
It was here that I felt my soul go up in flames, leaving me an empty shell.
Have you ever visited planet hell?