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"Arbeit Macht Frei: work sets you free"
That's the lie they've been feeding me
While starving my body and raping my mind
On our corpses, he's planting his seed
Death by firing squad, let the children see
To make an example out of me
Each day, another step towards the end
Will I be next?

I woke once more to the ringing of the bell
We were herded like lambs to the slaughter
The smell was rancid as they bathed me in acid
In the chamber with my wife and daughter

You are all the feast on which I feed
On your corpses, I will plant my seed
To dispose of your disgrace will make room for my master race
What to do with a minute to live?

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