Imagine a broad place full of helpless people
The reek of their cowardice is the tool
Catenated in chains while marching in lines like centipede
At the sides are gathered thousands strong intrepid
The declaration of holocaust begins
Hear them cry—
Only the worst and the wicked shall live,
And the helpless and the weak shall die!
The weep of cattle can now be heard in a great distance
as they tremble in disbelief,
For they're the ones making themselves into victims in grief!
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