Ww2
My friend getting marched down the long, sandy road towards the gas chamber.
The horrible, ghastly gas eating my body from the inside out.
The leather whip screams towards my grubby back.
Sand rumbles under my feet as bombs come crashing down beside me.
The stale bread with rotten, mouldy cheese on top.
I think it will be a miracle if I'm alive for another second.
Max
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