Growing numb, falling cold.

God is gone, left demons in control.

So much for light, other than fire.

The devil found us and will bleed us to his desire.

The smiles are fake and dripping with blood,

and soon our fates will be in the mud.

Hope is lost… Darkness reigns.

The shadows rise and cause unimaginable pain.

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Death, please come.

Why make me live so long?

You are our cruel master with your splitting sword;

Death will not take us

though we beg with our souls.

All is cold.

All is dark.

The fire, though painful, can end this mark.

Let my world burn instead of remaining still.

Let the smokes rise, me with them,

to the skies.

Instead of frozen in time...

I'd rather fly.

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Fly like the bird from this horrid plight.

The bird can soar with no end in sight…

but my end is in sight… my end has a light;

if not brimstone, then Paradise.

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From light to light, I'll go.

Pass throughout the pain for comfort,

from scorching to warmth, from dirt to clouds.

From light to light…

I will fly.

      --Dedicated to Holocaust Victims