The
rest of the world felt the same pain as America.
Germany
inflated.
Things
were too scarce
For
such a large amount of pay.
A
man arose
To
blame people for their troubles.
He
marched around giving orders to start a new age.
With
dreams of an evil race of supermen.
Beware,
children, of this man.
Beware
the man who marches under the crooked cross.
Beware
the man with the banner of soot and blood.
Beware
the man with the banner of fire and ash.
He
will be the destruction of many.
None
could appease him.
None
could please him
Without
doing gravely evil things.
They
offered a sacrifice to this great beast
But
his appetite was insatiable.
He
took it and only grew bigger.
More
beast than man.
He
went out and conquered.
The
child of Germany observed everything.
He
made sure of it
The
child couldn’t say anything
For
fear of the beast’s fiery breath.
He
sent out his minions and gathered the innocents.
Then
sent them off to be burned.
“There’s
no room for innocent people in my world”
He
said as he tossed them into the fire.
“We
must build!”
“Build
factories of death across Europe.”
“They
brought mass production to the car”
“We
can bring mass production to death.”
“Gather
all people who don’t fit into my world.”
“Burn
them.”
“The
Jews?”
“Burn
them.”
“Catholics?”
“Burn
them.”
“Unionists?”
“Burn
them.”
“Communists?”
“Burn
them.”
“Homosexuals?”
“Burn
them.”
“Burn
them all.”
“They
have no place in my world.”
People
were killed.
War
was made.
Countries
fell to this beast of a man.
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