Death Killing War

I want to paint- the smell of rust falling of the van as the van is driving away, to the cruel concentration camp and the bumpy road making me feel sick.


I want to paint- the children with their Mickey Mouse gas masks hanging on their shoulders, as their sad, scared pale faces getting  taken away.


I want to paint- the sound of bombs exploding, like my heart beating and getting tangled up in deathly electrocuting wires.

I want to paint the end of this death killing war.

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