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In the cargo its cramped and small People range from short to tall the smell of death evades the air Nazis loading people with seeming-less care Separation,Deprivation Wheels turning, stomachs churning the taste of fear,sweat and tears What I have lived for through countless time. Mortifying sights to see family memories ringing in my bleeding ears Triggering my deepest fears Sun rays shining through barbed wires too much time spent in death cars when will i escape this hell captivating feelings held Trapped and caged like a jailbird Loaded and treated worse than a cattle heard intense heat keeps us beat disease and death among me creeps Bodies close too close for comfort but that is least of my worries Where is this place they are taking me will I survive or will they break me emaciated,hunger kills I'm still alive 'cause my strong will Sweat dripping down my cheek the thirst and hunger turn me weak dust and dirt caked upon us all the horrendous taste of death still  crawls.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 10:31 AM UTC
Human Cargo.
In the cargo its cramped and small People range from short to tall the smell of death evades the air Nazis loading people with seeming-less care Separation,Deprivation Wheels turning, stomachs churning the taste of fear,sweat and tears What I have lived for through countless time. Mortifying sights to see family memories ringing in my bleeding ears Triggering my deepest fears Sun rays shining through barbed wires too much time spent in death cars when will i escape this hell captivating feelings held Trapped and caged like a jailbird Loaded and treated worse than a cattle heard intense heat keeps us beat disease and death among me creeps Bodies close too close for comfort but that is least of my worries Where is this place they are taking me will I survive or will they break me emaciated,hunger kills I'm still alive 'cause my strong will Sweat dripping down my cheek the thirst and hunger turn me weak dust and dirt caked upon us all the horrendous taste of death still  crawls.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 10:31 AM UTC
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