It was dark and I was laying in a pile of soft flesh. I quickly realized it was a pile of corpses and let out a shriek. Time was meaningless in the blackness that surrounded me. The only indication of its passing was the corpses grew colder and colder. I don’t know how long I was there but I am certain I did not sleep. Eventually I noticed a faint red glow far above me. A teasing red glow that faded if you looked directly at it. It took me a while to figure out what to do but finally I lifted the first nigger corpse and stacked it on top of a jew corpse. Body after body, piled higher. The crooked necks broken from lynchings; the skin with the pinkish tint from the mobile gassing trucks; infant still clinging to their mothers as they were when they collapsed onto the floor of the gas chamber. Higher and higher I stacked the corpses the red light growing stronger. Finally I was close enough that I could almost touch the red light and I paused to think about my labor and was almost regretful that I would be moving on. But I climbed back down to the bottom of the pile and lifted another dead jew and drug them to the top of the pile and stood upon the now bloated corpse and reached out to the red light and looked through and saw all of you faggots here. I think I might go back.