Arbeit Macht Frei Poem by Josiah Decker

Dark days are all I have
They took my will, soul, and life
I sleep only to awake in a nightmare
Trapped behind black gates
Reminding work will set me free

Broke my back, but I have to work
It's not my choice for I am a slave
I pray for death, hoping heaven awaits
I'm alive but in a man made hell
Maybe work will set me free?

I'm cursing God
He has forsaken us
If we're his children, then why let us suffer?
I hold so much rage and hate within
But I'm just tired of my life
Can my work be done?

I smell the infernos of hell
Maybe they'll take me to my family?
My freedom is finally in sight
The deep sleep is near
It is true; work brings freedom thorugh the chimney