Natzi


by melttttt 3 months ago

They lay like glass shards, scattered on the floor. Their unblinking eyes frozen pleading into nothingness. The atmosphere was as quiet as the darkest hour of midnight. It was still, as if nature even knew itself that there was no life here.

I took a step. Into this horror room.

My foot caught a flag, a great red flag with a swastika emblazoned on it.

This symbol was the representation of this cruelty

No life deserved to be here.

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