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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man tried to outreach the Lord of Evil himself</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the ash<br>flames leapt <br>into the air<br>and in the distance<br>the retch provoking smell<br>fumed in grey white clouds<br>higher into the black clouded sky<br>where death ovens<br>flamed up mercilessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Polished boots crunched<br>over gravel<br>while men in neat black uniforms<br>and some in grey<br>marched with schmeischer machine guns<br>at the ready in their hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their faces were masked<br>as if in stone<br>with no other expression<br>but mocking and indifference<br>locked into blue eyes<br>and brushed blonde hair<br>sticking out <br>from under black caps<br>on which skulls gleamed ominous<br>set as machines<br>grinding on without<br>any emotion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A small girl maybe only ten<br>slipped and dropped<br>to the ground, <br>where a manicured male hand<br>helped her gently<br>to her feet<br>and cold blue eyes<br>burned into her brown<br>and a small frown<br>left lines on his face<br>and only maybe<br>he would dream of her again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Off to the showers they went, <br>marched by soldiers<br>that never saw any battle<br>and didn’t care, <br>but forcefully<br>sheltered them there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men old, some at the prime of life, <br>boys teenage to very small, <br>old grannies, women mature, <br>beautiful girls and some only kids<br>to be de-verminated for sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shaved to the skull, <br>their hair braided into boots<br>possessions taken from them<br>soap to be fried from their bodies, <br>gold from their teeth<br>and rings from their fingers<br>glittering evil in the dim sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when the doors closed<br>behind them<br>cyanide dropped like white fog<br>from the air<br>with a almond smell<br>and soldiers laughed<br>while they twisted in agony<br>as if it really wasn’t happening<br>and they were only watching<br>a horrific show<br>and man tried to outreach<br>the Lord of Evil himself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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flames leapt 
into the air
and in the distance
the retch provoking smell
fumed in grey white clouds
higher into the black clouded sky
where death ovens
flamed up mercilessly.

Polished boots crunched
over gravel
while men in neat bl..."></div>
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