Hung upon an Iron Cross.
Much has been said about actions of men, and the forces we think that are driving them. It’s widely accepted man want to do good. But "good" is a term often misunderstood. Through one man’s decisions millions had died, while to his own people he told vicious lies. All for the sake of an Arian Nation, he did it through wicked experimentation. Children were lined up in neat single file and forced to wait there for a little while. Men with big guns would then take their aim and the children knew then that this was no game. Into a chamber the prisoners were lead where poisonous gasses soon rendered them dead. The very next day there would arrive more who would also perish like the ones gone before. Swastika flags were fluttering high. Crematory smoke polluted the sky. His conspirators worked hard at the concealing of bodies piled high up to the ceiling. I’m sure had we asked while on his deathbed, then this is what the Führer would have said: “I did it for my country, for my people and the world. This was not how it was supposed to have unfurled.” Much has been said ‘bout the actions of men and the forces we think that are driving them. It’s widely accepted we want to do good. But "good" is a term often misunderstood. Learning from history there’s one thing I can tell: Good intensions pave the road into Hell. *Saw a documentary on Hitler the other day. Just some background info: The Iorn Cross was a medal that Hitler received in WW1. Next to the obvious Swastika, it was his treasured symbol.*
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