Holocaust Poem by Brandon Butler
Holocaust
Kill, split, hit in the back of the head
One shot till dead,
For who and only who
Being only but you.
Doing as you do.
By swift degenerate folk,
Who’s only belief is what thieve spoke.
Kill Jews as is,
Never to ask what this is,
Lied to get high,
With the power of the sky’s
So many die from his rise
Over time many have died
not very much my thing of writeing but i like it. keeps my heart raceing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 9:18:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
oh I absolutely love this one. It is very emotional.