Nightmare's Birth
Broken dreams
Torn at the seams
The flames of hell
Your soul to sell
Wilted flowers
Poisoned showers
Hollow eyes
Bloody lies
See the child
On death's pile
See them taunt her
It's all a blur
I can see it-- all faith lost
Nightmares born from the Holocaust
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