Open Mic: Blonde & Bondage - Auschwitz

The Shoah began, 1941 with astounding profit
We were on a train Heading to Auschwitz
Promised food, new outfits with pockets
Deshi about to get bank off his surroundings
Train stops off the frosty mountain nd'
We get out surrounded with kids pouting
Pompous Officers howling nd shouting
"You, get on the ground nd give me a thousand"
I lost count nd got an atrocious pounding
The entrance is godless, "take off ya watches"
My gold wrists pocketed, silk woven clothes robbed nd
They promised us Chocolate nd our freedom as options
Gossip is, once we enter... Woman so hot nd topless
Colossus men looking like Sasquatch watching us
My mom was brainwashed nd feeling nauseous
My round was up, I sit on top of this box with kids
It was an auction, monsters bidding on us as if we were oxen
Not even in our board and room and I’m feeling plotted
Their mocking us, "after the war, You’ll regain your calling”
"Till then, were just lodging ya like a flock of fish"
"Oh and that fence? Touch it, you’ll find it shocking"
First night had me jaw dropped nd frothing




3 months later....

Bruised with enough abuse to cause acute puking
In a state of confusion and I’m starting to lose it
Shootings moving closer to my tarnished roof nd'
Every shot is death looming closer with amusement
I’m reduced to a polluted Kosher cuz I’m Jewish
Bulldozing humans into a ditch after experiments
My room is next, you can’t compare to the fair i get
This arrogant gent, "Resist and ill severe yer limbs"
"Excrement covered flesh won’t save you the embarrassment"
After their finished, I’m gonna need a fucking therapist
I’m scared as shit, Next stop is the gas chambers
They chain your hands to your neighbor and fill it with vapor
I pray to a savior, give me the strength of a reindeer
entered the cage with eight strangers with hate nd anger
They close the gates but we are enraged monsters
We have the strength to cut the chains like lobsters
The vape begins to mix with the water
We bust open and stage a Slaughter
At this stage, bullets gaze and conjure
I take one to the face and i ponder
Who can enslave and sponsor hate to prosper?
Deshi, A man of pure waste but has created honor



Nightmares

I survived the revolt, though it was thwarted
I’m getting older yet i only weigh 104 nd'
My mortality is distorted
Exhausted nd they record my every moment
I’m soaking in a disproportionate set of Importance
Guards reward me cuz death is what I’m supporting
Rid me of this torture, the general is morbid
I rather die nd be torpid
Instead I’m tied to assorted electrical cords nd'
Electrified for four minutes 
I can afford to die and have my limbs contort from rigor mortis
My life is small yet the gore is enormous
Made me watch my wife have an unsupported abortion
My brain is fried and shortened
Suicide compared to this life seems euphoric
I no longer cry, my mind is dormant
Foreign thoughts of a life filled with orchids
a torrent of memories before i became mordant
My life is like a forest, my screams remain foreign
there is no restoring light, there’s fire in my core nd'
Its 1989, i woke up this morning crying in the mirror
Wipe my tears, I’m eighty four and been mourning my wife for years
i survived horrible things but every night at 4:00, im fighting this terror

its awful ,,,awfully good,,,,,i think  ,,, fuck you dizz  fuck you lol your fucked

keep it up tho