Burning tower

January 5, 2011
Walking down the hallway,
Rumors I hear drifting,
Wanting to run far away,
Terror seems to be shifting.

Horror of life becomes real,
Friends are taken from me,
Making holy deals,
Soldiers will never see.

Escaping with my family,
Cold eyes seem merciless,
Taken where we are to die,
Holding each, we caress.

The train flies by roaring,
Fear and filth swallows all,
The place we see dreading,
Many tower stand tall.

Grabbed by hands and feet,
We are split in mere seconds,
Can never try to retreat,
Wrapped in death bonds.

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