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Succumb to horror

Vivisected, still alive

Trials of Degradation

At the edge of a rusted knife

Malice for their own people

Experiments deep inside

Bound to the aggrandising fear

Of the forced surgery

Corpus infestation

Slowly killed by disease

Torture in black

But nothing is seen

Long-forgotten victims

Scourge of Humanity

You're brought to the crimson table

Incisions here and here

Trans-orbital lobotomy

So you won't feel the fear

But the agony remains

A living subject

Just another number

To fulfil our fruitless deeds as you're

Bound to the aggrandising fear

Of the forced surgery

Corpus infestation

Slowly killed by disease

Torture in black

Unseen, unheard, undone

Hundreds of thousands of corpses

Seven-three-one

"They went from people that were

Incinerated almost instantly

To the extremes where

There would be days

There would be the hard time

Regaining Balance

They were writing in agony

Obviously they didn't have long to live

And he said it was

The most revolting thing

That they had ever seen"

Standing upon the macadam

Gazing upon atrocities

Clarity seized

Visions of a nation

On the losing side of a war

Torturing its own people