Soviet Mind

We liberate them from oppression, which saw them flourish and grow,
At the expense of all others, and now so no mercy we show,
Charging through the German streets in fury, they scream as we push west,
My actions they bare no hindrance to me, what I want is what I do best,
These people saw us as vermin, worth nothing but a kill,
But we were so determined, now they submit to our will,
A girl is not a girl to us, nor a woman one of those,
Do as we please they make no fuss, they lose their honour and clothes,
The buildings too so fine and grand to the mighty Nazi race,
Raised to rubble, swastika down our sickle in its place,
Out hammer’s there it’s crossing it in a mighty brave embrace,
Four women found below ground, dead by their own decision,
Mother, sisters, daughters dead together side by side,
It is apparent there was not enough cyanide,
The youngest upstairs on the bed, defiled in repetition,
A shame.
Our blame?
Millions suffered the same.
When the world looks back I am sure they will not judge us sternly,
For our victims are the Germans, and what else need be said?
Yes they are innocent girls dead and bleeding on the beds,
But they would grow believing they were masters of this species,
Already millions executed and raped by these Nazi creatures,
We give them their comeuppance, and history will turn a blind eye,
These last few weeks will see many a rape and hear many a cry,
Then all will go silent as if we were never here,
And our victims descendants will be ashamed of their kindred’s deeds,
That our own will go not  judged, and victory through us breeds,
The lucky men fled to the British and Americans, rather than face our hands,
But their wives and daughters have no such route, and they bow to our demands,
No westerners in Berlin today, I doubt Munich or Hanover have such luck,
No Brits or Yanks to save these Aryans, they are ours to fuck,
How easy the curtain of civilisation is pulled down, for we were all good men once upon a time,
We have our family’s, back home we have our morals, and a system which keeps us in line
Yet when we cross from Russia…to Prussia… to usher… and use her, we change…insane?
Make no mistake, if it was from Prussia…to Russia…they would have done the same.