Jasper Drisko

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Six million souls taken by the horror,
engulfed by the unrelenting fire
of men with hearts of ice.
Millions of children who can no longer watch birds fly
or hear sweet music
or listen to the rumble of a distant train.
 
Thousands of men conducting the death train
while the world ignored the horror,
plugging its ears with music
as if nothing was wrong. Men feeding a fire
destroying the wings of children so they could never fly.
No ice
 
can heal these wounds. Ice
from the coldest lands on Earth could not freeze this train,
mercilessly running over everything in its path. Fly
on young souls! Run from this horror!
We will burn an everlasting fire
in your wake and make music
 
to honor your lost spirits. Make music
to melt the ice
of fear and extinguish the fire
of hatred burning inside the damned. An angel train
will carry you away from the horror
forever and let you fly
 
into the heavens. Fly
free towards soft music
that soothes your pains. Escape the horror!
Break the ice
of death! Catch that heavenly train!
Quickly! You have little time before the fire
 
arrives! Flee the fire
and its pain while you still can. Fly
off that train
and hide under the supple sanctuary of music.
There the ice
can not find you and the horror
 
fears even itself; the train may play music
the fire may fly,
but children, fear not the Holocaust, for the ice and horror will soon melt away.



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