by Modest Alchemist

Created on: November 10, 2008

Awaken in the dead of night
My parents rushing to pack
The things they could
The things they absolutely need
Just a satchel of savings and food

"put on your coats, it's cold outside.
Hurry now, there's not much time."
But my things, my toys, my furry friends
I can't just leave them

Swooped up by my father, we ran out the door.
The distant edge of town raging in flames.
But i cried for my toys i can't leave them behind
Who would protect them from these monsters?

They would take them, and seperate them.
Make them work as slaves or worse.
They would put them in camps
And give them the gas

Oh my poor toys
My friends left behind
Forever remembered
In the back of my mind.

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