Stacked like wood
For burning
The logs for a new fire
When hatred would live
There was no sorrow
No sadness
Just numb
Stacking the wood
In the ovens
The smoke rising
Humanity died
The morality struck dumb
For the final question
Would have an answer
The death of hope
Cancer
The human born hell
Open arms we are welcomed
By oblivion's embrace
We are the pestilence
We are the contagion
We are Azrael
The Angel of Death
