#ww2 - Hello Poetry

The smoke filled the room Overpowering the smell of gin As the lights flashed to the stage Begging silently for your attention And you can't look away, why would you? The troubles that weigh on your shoulder aren't here The things here are beautiful! don't you think? The gin washes away the sin The smoke is like a cloak The rhythm of tapping feet is so much better than the stomping out there Isn't it? The Kit Kat Klub brings out the best Better then the outside Where the frost is everywhere no warmth Food is cold and rotting But who needs food when you have gin!? Who needs fire when you have lust!? The world outside is crumbling but who cares!? We have NO troubles here Because if it doesn't go against us why should we care? The more gin and smokes that are gulped and smoked Only makes it harder to see Doesn't mean that it isn't there If you can't see the killer you're still afraid aren't you? If there's still people in the streets others are still harmed, ja? And soon people around us disappear And others are in their place No more warm people Now it's an unnerving cold The sound of synchronized dancing doesn't seem different from the sound of marching As you look through the smoke, it covers the bands on their arms But the smell of the cabaret doesn't cover the smell of rotting It doesn't cover the smell of Gunpowder and gas on them Their boots track the dirt, a grime of hundreds Of weeping, starving souls As hundreds still drink to take off the edge While others stare off the edge, down to the piles of bottles and ashes The smoke isn't from cigarettes but from buildings people don't come out of When the curtain falls and the Kit Kat Klub ends Six Million Jews Are Dead.

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC

7-Flavors-Of-Bones

Gin and Smokes.

The smoke filled the room Overpowering the smell of gin As the lights flashed to the stage Begging silently for your attention And you can't look away, why would you? The troubles that weigh on your shoulder aren't here The things here are beautiful! don't you think? The gin washes away the sin The smoke is like a cloak The rhythm of tapping feet is so much better than the stomping out there Isn't it? The Kit Kat Klub brings out the best Better then the outside Where the frost is everywhere no warmth Food is cold and rotting But who needs food when you have gin!? Who needs fire when you have lust!? The world outside is crumbling but who cares!? We have NO troubles here Because if it doesn't go against us why should we care? The more gin and smokes that are gulped and smoked Only makes it harder to see Doesn't mean that it isn't there If you can't see the killer you're still afraid aren't you? If there's still people in the streets others are still harmed, ja? And soon people around us disappear And others are in their place No more warm people Now it's an unnerving cold The sound of synchronized dancing doesn't seem different from the sound of marching As you look through the smoke, it covers the bands on their arms But the smell of the cabaret doesn't cover the smell of rotting It doesn't cover the smell of Gunpowder and gas on them Their boots track the dirt, a grime of hundreds Of weeping, starving souls As hundreds still drink to take off the edge While others stare off the edge, down to the piles of bottles and ashes The smoke isn't from cigarettes but from buildings people don't come out of When the curtain falls and the Kit Kat Klub ends Six Million Jews Are Dead.