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Holocaust Art
They stand shoulder to shoulder,their jaws tightened with grief.I stand as a translator.I lean in and repeat,This is a lesson in history,The victors knew victory and the vanquished knew war.But though their voice would come later,it's power was greater. They survived and endured.I'm coated with sorrowlike fresh ice on a lake.Though periodically shattered,overnight it's replaced,because there are wall scale projectionsof the most meaningless questions by the museum's store.And somewhere ashes still crackleand casualities stack until we can't see them anymore.The sputtering engines, the boundaries of will.The leaking containers you're reluctant to fill.Defining illusions, exhausted and old.Your shrinking perspective as it gets cold.Things I've deemed immutable,Letras de cancionesthey were all vulnerable to change,while my most transient habitsare almost all that remain.Life can float on the surfaceof things predetermined and wilt like brightening leaves.While you're enslaved by possessions,reflexive aggressions and ornimental misery.So let's take all this darkness,convert it to art, and scrape the rust from our souls.Crowd in to every omission with more extensive ambitionthan just damage control.Damage control.
From Letras Mania