Collin Hagan Biography

The dawn had come and all was right. They roamed the streets, they prowled the night.They came in cars, and guns they held. Our homes we hid, the house became a cell.
We had no rights, no dignity, no wealth. We hide in the shadows, we clung to our health. Three nights had gone, three mornings passed. We were shunned and beat, forever harassed. They shout, they hit, they throw us aside. They stripped us of possession, our honor, our pride. The sky shined no longer, it reeked of sorrow and sin. The death caps showed hatred with a sinister grin.
Loaded into cattle cars, seventy men stashed, seventy men pressed so close, seventy men clashed. We were fuel for their fires, we were told every night. We were birds without wings, eager for flight.
Shaven and clean, dressed in odd clothing. Hungry and cold, the children are moaning. The fire crackles, the bodies burn. A hellish heat, your stomach churns. I was weak, lanky, and ever so thin. I was fuel for the fire, it burns my skin.
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I cry out
But no hears me
I seek shelter
But no one shields me
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Let the picture burn
in the flames you once sat by
forget all that you once knew
and prepare for the endless nights you stay up and cry
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rose pedels fall from above
smiles, laughter, loving glances
the way she moves
the way she dances
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A chilling silence befell the room
the doors fly about with a hurendous boom
a man steps forth, almost glowing
followed by a women with a stare that is woeing
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