Bahn zum Hölle

Bahn zum Hölle

The train began to slow
soldiers could be seen through the mesh wire windows

Barking dogs, creaky ramps and a shock that sucked the intestines
up toward the throat

The claustrophobic ached to be set free
Yet it would only be from one enclosed space to another
Like a fear incubator

The long magazine on the jumpy guard´s smg
pumped rounds into a hysteric woman attempting escape

The high fences spelt torture in acute ways
Spotlights passed through like night wasp swarms

Some cunning sorceror had nurtured a vein
deep within the ground
deep down from the outskirts of hell
up toward the railway lines of central europe

The train´s "Chooshes" pushed out accusingly
Like a demon in labour
The real devil gave birth to tightfaced overseers
who don´t blink for days
Always reaching for their pistols and making rubies
with the snow

Bloodstaining the rails, a hellbound journey spread splotch
Like a red blotchy butterfly wing rusted into the icy iron
Not forming a scab but reddening into defined spots
The colour of a terrifying new sex virus

All winter long the stain would be preserved
Edited by a new year which harvested dread
A million lives plural in despair
Dread on that cold dead metal, an industrial altar

A million hands seperated from each other
Grinding down the human will
Exhuming faith in man collectively
Angel hands in human form are severed

A hungry declaration toward evil is made by the masses
Whole countries and their superstars endorse it
as if it were the most popular beverage on the planet.