Alone in a room, With a man who has killed, a man who has slaughtered the Innocent. With callous heart, And no shame to hide, He murdered millions in genocide. Virgin Europe, Now pillaged and raped, Was now strewn with bodies, Very few had escaped. What were you thinking? How could yo...

" ...The beauty of the dream had vanished and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart." Chapter 5, page 56. A work conceived in beauty, an ultimate goal in mind, To create a human being, from bodies souls left behind. Misguided good intentions, a man determined to succeed...