Hideous crimes, atrocities
The slaughter of millions Those were dark times, so different from now
The law of evil ruled our fatherland I was but a pawn in their game
Why should I feel any guilt?
Still when I close, close my eyes
The words unfold, it all comes back I can't defy it, can't deny it
I know it ot be true
In my sleep They know it to be true
Tears of the dead We are all on the turning wheel of fate
A young man, standing proud in uniform
I never stopped to hesitate
Until it was far to late My hands are soiled, covered in blood
Stains that never wash away
Their hollow eyes.
Confronting me
Now an old man, at the end of my days
Contemplating Living is never simple I had no say - just a puppet in a sick play.
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