At the gates of hell we arrive
We see the fires burning bright
They split us apart from our mothers
I was sent with my father
i see the bodies in the fire
the bodies of neighbors once ours
the Kadish being read
the silent prayer around us
the SS are shouting at us
We are hearded like cattle
this is where our journey begins
where our faith is tested
where some of us never make it out alive
death is everywhere and we are apart of it.
so i hope we make it out alive
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Submission Name: Gates of hell
