731

A scream with a thousand voices

A stream of blood that echoes through the pits

Terror has no boundaries

Biological poison inflicted to offer a remedy

Puppets in the dark

Prisoners without a shadow

The smell of repent

The pneumonia night

Fever running down their necks

Denial filling the holes covered in blood

Without a guilt in sight

Guns held straight

Gun smoke resides in the air

And those lost could only haunt with blare 

But exposed to the truth

731 indeed was