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A Great HeapOf Flesh And Blood
I saw the bodies piled up there
In a great heap of flesh and blood
From atop the heap a figure arose
And slowly climbed down from the pile
When the figure reached the bottom
Another figure approached it's edge
This figure was dressed in black
And had a Death's Head on it's hat
The two figures faced each other
Without moving or speaking
Finally the figure dressed in black
Pulled out a pistol and shot the other
The figure from the pile shuddered
But did not fall to the ground
The figure dressed in black
Dropped the pistol and walked away
While the figure from the pile
Stood still with blood pouring out
Eventually the figure from the pile
Reached down for the pistol
The figure held the pistol at it's side
And slowly walked away from the pile
I saw the figure again today
Riding on the turret of a tank
The figure from the pile
Was firing rounds from the tank
Other figures were running away
From the figure who fired at them
When they were hit by the rounds
The running figures stopped
Then they turned and walked slowly
Toward a great heap of flesh and blood
When the figures reached the pile
They climbed up and quietly laid down
While the tank rolled quickly by
With the Star of David on it's gun
