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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Innocent
[time] => 2002-12-11 07:00:00
[hometext] => About WWII, but this is for all the victims of war and suffering
[bodytext] => What do you see when you gaze into these dark, glaring eyes?
I have seen the pain, the torture, the suffering, and the cries. What is remorse? I know no such thing, God knows the hell these hands can bring. My weapon is fear, and my aim is true, I reek of the death of six million Jews. I see innocence, and I strip it away, Its nectarine essence keeps my insatiable appetite at bay. I prey upon the young, the weak, the distraught, But no identity have I, for I am yet I am not. I am the wind, forceful yet unseen, I am hate, evil, and greed. I’m born of fire, of darkness, of night, I hide, and cover, and bury the light. I lurk in the shadows, I pray on the weak, With me in your world, your future is bleak. Victims are you, who do my will, No sorrow, no love, only anger you feel. The children yelled, the babies cried, You used them all to fuel your fires. You used those fires to keep out the cold, You shamed and abused six million souls. That gift of life you took away, You raped it, left it, torn and frayed, And went on to another the very next day. Who am I? Well who are you? You slaughtered and killed six million Jews. Yet you feel nothing, save for a thought, “Am I guilty, or am I not?” Yes, you’re guilty! You heeded the call! And the Prince of Darkness feels nothing for you, young soldier, He feels nothing at all. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 32 [informant] => TheSchroedmeister [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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