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Everybody must fall and scrape their knee, but some will have a scar tattooed in their minds and hearts forever. Elie Wiesel has been tattooed with something he will never forget “even if [he is] condemned to live as long as God himself (Wiesel, 9).” See, he is a survivor of the holocaust and a victim of horror. He vowed silence for ten years; however he opens his mouth in hopes that him speaking his pains might prevent the people who terrorize him not to have one last victory by letting his suffering be forgotten by the people of the world. Elie Wiesel was a strong believer in God and to Wiesel God was his cover during horrible times, but when Wiesel comes face with the treacherous camps and hell rotten deaths he feels no God. When he sees another child being hung, he realizes God was hung with the child. Wiesel has force the eyes of the blind to become clear with the horrors they rather not know. However, he wishes that all his horrific memories will not go void, but in fact give his durability meaning. Wiesel himself has been strengthen by this experience and he must tell in hopes that it will strengthen others or even deter genocide from happening again. But even with his new found strength he will never forget the nights in which he felt weak. Wiesel has been through what most of us can't even imagine so, how can he express his visions to such insular people. There weren't any words to describe the injustice, the fear, abhor, the cries of young souls, the sweat of no one resting, the faith lost by the most faithful, and the nights that never ended so, how could Wiesel find the words that make the Holocaust seem tangible to his readers. Now that times have change and people are more intrepid of facing the memories of the Holocaust his burdens will now be transform into a door that opens a door to a world of such horrific experiences the readers' life might change for the better.

A SSIGNMENT #2: Figurative Language Poem
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Auschwitz
Tears or Fears The Beginning, Life changing, or life ending It's like death before you die and you sweat like a river in the rain Faith is a dying flower hiding Help is only a distant dream, but maybe there is still possible for dreams to come true

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** Living Death ** Get up! Roll call! All Jews outside It was to be the last night spent in our house They were the first faces of hell and death They had orders to shoot anyone who could not sustain the pace Their fingers on the triggers they did not deprive themselves of the pleasure I can’t go on he groaned He must have died, trampled under the feet who followed us I soon forgot him We have transcended everything- death, fatigue, our natural needs At last, the morning star appeared in the gray sky We came to an abandon village Mercy For God’s sake, where is God?



Resources
Strong Angel of Death No God