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Blue on gold with black and white.
Amalgamation meaning naught.
Stitched together to please scathing eyes.
Beholden to the darkest masters.
But they never see you cry.
A face that smiles through night and day.
Carved up scars resting on the face.
Weeping deep inside, below.
They cannot see the wall is cracking.
It might yet fall to a single blow.
This fragile glass on which you're walking.
Reflects a saddened, beaten, weeping face.
But on the outside a face of stoic stone.
"Entitled scathing, seething women".
This you're called while seated on your shameful throne.
Cold as ice and lacking luster.
Shining only in the purest light.
Cast aside by your fathers rising.
Expectations of power and epic might.
The scar the only protest you could muster.
Prejudice is engrained deeply.
Against your fathers staunchest foes.
But deep down in that heart of stone.
A crack of ice has surely grown.
And soon the truth of friends you'll know.
The solemn vows you swear to keep.
Apathy inside you slowly creeps.
A dichotomy of hate and pain.
Seething anger and fragile lies.
Friends the only hope to be whole again.
You spit out words that hurt and scrape.
But only to shield you from others' hate.
They do not know that deep within,
Behind this wall of steep, sheer ice.
A child abandoned is what remains.
Swallow pride and choke back pain.
Embrace the friends that know your name.
Shed a tear or pay the price.
They see you how you truly are.
Just open up and let them stare.
Amalgamation meaning naught.
Stitched together to please scathing eyes.
Beholden to the darkest masters.
But they never see you cry.
A face that smiles through night and day.
Carved up scars resting on the face.
Weeping deep inside, below.
They cannot see the wall is cracking.
It might yet fall to a single blow.
This fragile glass on which you're walking.
Reflects a saddened, beaten, weeping face.
But on the outside a face of stoic stone.
"Entitled scathing, seething women".
This you're called while seated on your shameful throne.
Cold as ice and lacking luster.
Shining only in the purest light.
Cast aside by your fathers rising.
Expectations of power and epic might.
The scar the only protest you could muster.
Prejudice is engrained deeply.
Against your fathers staunchest foes.
But deep down in that heart of stone.
A crack of ice has surely grown.
And soon the truth of friends you'll know.
The solemn vows you swear to keep.
Apathy inside you slowly creeps.
A dichotomy of hate and pain.
Seething anger and fragile lies.
Friends the only hope to be whole again.
You spit out words that hurt and scrape.
But only to shield you from others' hate.
They do not know that deep within,
Behind this wall of steep, sheer ice.
A child abandoned is what remains.
Swallow pride and choke back pain.
Embrace the friends that know your name.
Shed a tear or pay the price.
They see you how you truly are.
Just open up and let them stare.
Literature
Doctor Mengele-Perfectionist
Doctor Josef Mengele-Perfectionist
WARNING: SOME BAD LANGUAGE USED. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ
"Send in the next one," I told my assistant. He nodded and walked off, obedient as always. I smirked and washed some of my needles and pulled on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. These were the only things that made it so I didn't have to touch them; they were so imperfect. Well, most of them were; this one wasn't so bad. This next one was the last of the day; she was always saved for last. That way, I could take as much time as I wanted to with her; my work required me to be very thorough.
"Quit pushing me you fucking Nazi!" her young voice ye
Literature
Mengele Poem
You who are a poet ....
By: Josef Mengele
The fact that you, who is a poet,
alone, are alone in your will,
they thy pride: The fact that you miss
tell friend to the woman, who pay your Trust,
take it out: I know it is
the word is an empty consolation when rolling mourning,
Take it out, take it out:
Who by the large and small through suffering
-Threaded on a string of pearls
cling to the many thousands of hearts -
passed with strength and courage
who paid even the Schnerz,
geforat to him in sorrow and melody,
will not lose heart at the suffering:
Yes going on, you sing to you free:
as white to say your word poet,
worth and h
Literature
Mengele
Dirty, crowded, scared,
Not knowing what awaits them
Twins!
Shouts a voice
Mothers of twins
Their minds are racing
To reveal my twins?
Or not?
Some say yes
Others say no
Nazis find out
Mengele!
Calls out a Nazi
More twins we've found!
Mommy!
Call out the children as they are gently taken from families
Taken to a kind looking man
In a nice car driven by the man
They reach their destination
Food?
Showers?
Clean clothing?
But why?
Wonder the little children
They have been seperated from families
Families sent to the gas chambers
Call me Uncle Mengele
Says the man
Get some rest
Says the
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