by Geralda Laguerre

Created on: January 06, 2011

Father, father please save my soul.
My faith is being tested on a level, that I had not known
I question your ability to watch me die.
To decompose right in front of your eyes
Robbed of my hope, yes I’m already dead
Is this the place called hell that they speak of?
Satan’s form of paradise? The place where they take people’s hearts and dice it up
The place that they turn men into savages, beasts of the wild.
Where every man loses a wife and a child?
The place where people get hanged and whipped
The place called… Auschwitz.

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