To the son of Lucifer

Alone in a room, With a man who has killed, a man who has slaughtered the Innocent. With callous heart, And no shame to hide, He murdered millions in genocide. Virgin Europe, Now pillaged and raped, Was now strewn with bodies, Very few had escaped. What were you thinking? How could you dare To snatch so many lives, And not even care? What was so turbine, What did you fear to lose, To slaughter more …

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