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I thought I saw a ghost under the golden glow Softening the silence of the streetlight so... Years of sorrow, years of woe... Having trouble letting go... I bet you find me down on the pavement floor: 'Oh please, Beautiful Joseph, give us no more'... My eyes red and my head sore, My mind blank from what I saw... Years pass, and do I still hide? Can I escape? Can I still hear the loops from your fucking tape? The stars, your eyes, mould and shape... No one can ever escape.

September 24th, 1943, ten pm. Auschwitz. Under the terms of my internship to Dr. Mengele, I will recount my and my benefactor's actions during my stay here at Auschwitz camp. I arrived at the camp via train just under three days ago, and was met at the stops by Mengele himself. He was watching the bedraggled group of prisoners being offloaded, like cattle, onto the platform. "Sir, reporting for duty to Führer." I said, pulling off a crisp salute, but Mengele was leaning against a column and smoking a roll-up, and he didn't notice. I stepped up beside him and watched the Jews and Gypsies being sorted into two lines. "What do you see here