in this holacaust nightmare throught sickness and deprivation comes love and hope from the ashes of burn homes comes the rise of spirit and the will to go on, as bullets tear away at the flesh it joins with another body and closes together in love through tears that fall to the wire that pierces sinew bone and flesh unravel beauty in the making. like a constant feed for something bigger greed eats off love compassion and missery and in the darkness, there is always a light throught the eyes of others, as they are silent in the night through solitude and echoing whimpering as they arrive at the doors these bullet holes match the empy holes within so many souls as a bitter dissapointment meets these people again an underlying factor is hope is on demand and the angels are not working today and god has turned the other cheek. Hell is alive and fury burns across the ice with wings broken and men bruised. as the small boys and girls begin to shake suffer the little children in this overcasting nightmare the boogy men are out to play and throught the dreams will take them away as we look for the white and black and see only such a grey day.
SO You have no courage, So you have to bear all the corruption, You can`t stand, So you have to run here and there, You have no strength to desire, So you have to accept everything, You have no strong will to sacrifice, So you have to live blemishly,
