Sometimes I wonder, about the butterfly of piece.
That butterfly of piece, that is the Holocaust.
The millions of innocent, people with different tallents,
and the rudeness, and within a flick of a hand, would decide this persons death. A flick of a hand, that would determine a persons life.
That, would determine, if tha person was worth the time.
And to the people who didn't care, it was just another useless, jewish life.
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