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Your Fate is Sealed
The cattle car stopped, our ten day trip we hoped to be through
 So much hatred from a Nazi, so much hatred toward a Jew
 Our belongings were taken, to where we don’t know
 The pile of suitcases beginning to grow
 The smell of death and burning flesh was in the air
 From the moment we stepped into the courtyard square
 Families departed, relatives sent to die
 The others could live, oh how hard they would try
 Arbeit Macht Frei read above on the gate
 Many knowing what it meant, the iron sealing their fate
 To the gallows with him, others to the gas chambers with fright
 Heading to my barrack, I lucked out tonight
 Awakening at dawn, a man dead on top of me
 He’s away from the pain, he is finally free
 I look around and begin to count more
 Dozens lying dead on the cold barrack floor
 Skinny and naked, eyes rolled back into his head 
 He too escaped suffering, escaped the dread
 Bodies were piled, plowed away, killed just for fun
 Someone’s mother, their daughter, and also their son
 The fight is not worth it, my heart will not mend
 Maybe I’ll die, never seeing this place again
 All alone, no one but me
 My God, my Savior, where can you be?
 A man comes and takes me by the hand
 A Nazi, a German, from that evil land
 Around my neck the rope is hung
 The tears held back under the killer sun
 As I’m dropped to my death others are beaten and have fits
 In this new home that we call Auschwitz
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