Gas Chamber

Could have been my family out there.
Could have been my grandparents,
Drowning, choking in gas,
Falling, sinking, in a sea of bodies.

Could have been my people dying.
Could have been my life ending,
Going trusting to my grave,
Going meekly to my hell.

It was my family out there.
It was my grandparents,
Drowning, choking in gas,
Falling, sinking, in a sea of bodies.

It was my people dying.
It was my life ending.
I went trusting to my grave.
I went meekly to my hell.

The End

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