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The gates of Hell

by @graydon-archer

The gates of Hell opened wide. Six million souls stepped inside. Beaten. Shot. Starved to death. The words of God still on their breath. Screams of anguish.Cries of pain. Abhorrent laughter of the insane. Mother's beg.Their babies moan. They smell charred flesh and smoldering bone. Cords of bodies in a row. Frozen corps in the snow. Gas clouds creep across the floors. Hinges creek on oven doors. Idle boxcars sit on tracks. Inside lie bodies, in gruesome stacks. The S.S. soldiers earn there pay. They stoke the furnaces nite and day. To the insidious cruelity Of a madmans hate. Six million Jews met there fate. Remember them! Remember well! Those souls who entered The gates of Hell.
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