Onslaught

Behold the carnage of malicious fury
Electrified stench permiates the air
Unrelenting torturous deeds
Enforced by decree
The road to heaven, deloused illusion
Deception was key
To be killed or to flee
Final directive, none shall be spared
A cry never to be heard, silenced by Zyklon-B
In the aftermath
Til the last march of death
The face of the rat stares blank no more