Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


SS Demons


I artist
razor at throat
painted

a canvas life crime

I artist
fish hooks in flesh
wrote

a Holocaust Files.


Why is it popularist
history
remembers only half...

12 million killed, tortured
enslaved by vile sub-human SS
demons during World War II?


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also The Holocaust Files!

Submitted: Thursday, December 16, 2010
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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  • Stefanie Fontker (10/15/2011 9:26:00 AM)

    An interesting documentation of one of the most terrible wars in history, if not the most terrible. 'I artist / razor at throat / painted / a canvas life crime.' These are my favourite lines. Lovely writing. (Report) Reply

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