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One Hundred and Eighty-six Steps A giant staircase carved into granite one hundred and eighty-six steps used to torture used to kill used for fun. Lift the rock a mere fifty kilograms with tired muscles and race up one hundred and eighty-six steps don�t stumble or falter or you�ll do it again. Hold the rock high and dash up one hundred and eighty-six steps stay ahead of him don�t stop, don�t pause the loser dies. Ignore the laughter of the men at the top grasp the stone and climb one hundred and eighty-six steps into Hell. Mauthausen Quarry Steps
Four Pillars Winter snows blanketed the area hiding the reality of the camp white beauty cloaking black hearts. Four were chosen to carry the bloody corpse to cremation, liberation � to return to the assembly their bloody clothes condemning them. Stand straight as the guards amid snickers and chuckles spray the frigid water upon red stains coating bodies with thin ice growing thicker, holding arms in place and legs gone rigid, unable to escape. Strong ice covers four bodies save only the small holes from which escapes tiny breaths gray against pristine white with staring eyes, unable to close as the last breath is captured in ice and the four become pillars, sentinels of death.
Nothing to Fear Nothing to fear a pact of friendship non-aggression between two powers poised to squeeze out all life between them. Nothing to fear friendship ended a show of force one strong, one weak poised to erase life before them. Nothing to fear as birds of hell sweep from a fiery sky and dinosaurs of steel belch awesome fire rolling forward. Nothing to fear as a Hun hoard rolls on unstoppably followed by gods of hell as death head squads leave trails of death. Nothing to fear.