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He was kind to me Got me a special box Just for me to sleep in Gave me sweets I called him Uncle He cut my mummy up and Experimented on my baby brother Growing inside her But Uncle said she had to die The other kids were sent away To the gas chambers But Uncle liked me Because I was blonde and pretty And he was going to teach me How to be a doctor like him I'd have my tools and I Could put other people's brothers In jars to keep Like he did with mine He said I would be the first one To have twins planted in my belly Would they sprout like trees In my stomach? We had tidy beds there And it smelled nice My mummy and daddy are dead And I loved my uncle But it smells funny in here And everyone is coughing I think I can hear his voice Calling me And I want to run But there are walls surrounding me And I can't escape His crazy eyes are following me Until I collapse on the floor Dead
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
Josef Mengele
He was kind to me Got me a special box Just for me to sleep in Gave me sweets I called him Uncle He cut my mummy up and Experimented on my baby brother Growing inside her But Uncle said she had to die The other kids were sent away To the gas chambers But Uncle liked me Because I was blonde and pretty And he was going to teach me How to be a doctor like him I'd have my tools and I Could put other people's brothers In jars to keep Like he did with mine He said I would be the first one To have twins planted in my belly Would they sprout like trees In my stomach? We had tidy beds there And it smelled nice My mummy and daddy are dead And I loved my uncle But it smells funny in here And everyone is coughing I think I can hear his voice Calling me And I want to run But there are walls surrounding me And I can't escape His crazy eyes are following me Until I collapse on the floor Dead
~~ Putting myself in the shoes of one of Mengele's victims. ~~
scarletniamh
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC
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