vengeful concrete stockades with
keratin, blood, and keen vim
(This is one of several beautiful Eastern forms of poetry called Waka. This particular form is named Katauta, and the syllable count is 5-7-7. This period in human history has always held a powerful place in my mind. I can’t understand why anyone would ever hate so fervently that it caused them to precisely exact their fury on others, especially like the SS during World War II. The Holocaust will not be forgotten while I still live and breath, nor will the reality that we all possess the capability to become monsters. Keep yourself in check, or you will destroy yourself, and others).