In shadows cast by war\'s cruel hand,
A soul adrift in moral sands.
They brought her in, with whispered lies,
Accused, condemned beneath cold skies.
They say I am the executioner,
But I know my heart\'s true nature.
A barrel points to innocence,
Yet in her eyes, I see recompense.
Her face, a mirror of past fears,
Echoes my sister, gone for years.
What sets us apart, her and I?
The swastika, or the Jewish star which she wears for her life?
They preached the Swastika\'s vile creed,
But in my heart, it found no seed.
So as they ordered, I took aim,
But my resolve, they could not claim.
No blood stains soil, no screams resound,
For in that moment, I was unbound.
I let her go, defying fate,
Refusing to perpetuate hate.
False claims adorned with medals bright,
Yet in my soul, I am not contrite.
They labeled me a killer, scorned,
But my hands are clean, my spirit unadorned.
For when they sent the stars for me to kill.
I set them free to adorn the skies where they live.
No one sees the truth behind the guise,
The other face of war\'s cruel lies.
The closet monster, once feared, now seen,
A specter of hate, a twisted dream.
He came not from the closet\'s maw,
But from the door, as Gestapo\'s law.
To take my sister, then my mother too,
In the face of horror, what could I do?
I signed the pact, became their tool,
Bound by duty, but not by their rules.
I loved my country, but I was never a Nazi.
But who cares about the facts? I was Nazi scum that\'s all they had.
But now it\'s time to leave.
I put on the Swastika to fight the shameful war one last time.
I can\'t abandon them for my mother raised no deserter and the pact bound me for life.
As I am bound by duty but not by rules, I\'ll pray for our defeat while fighting our war too.
For in our defeat, Germany will live.