- published: 12 Oct 2015
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Oświęcim (pronounced [ɔɕˈfʲɛɲt͡ɕim] ( listen)) (German: Auschwitz, Yiddish Oshpitsin אָשפּיצין, Czech: Osvětim, Slovak: Osvienčim, Russian: Освенцим) is a town in the Lesser Poland (Polish: Małopolska) province of southern Poland, situated 50 kilometres (31 mi) west of Kraków, near the confluence of the rivers Vistula (Wisła) and Soła.
Following the Fragmentation of Poland in 1138,[citation needed]Casimir II the Just attached the town to the Duchy of Opole in 1179 for his younger brother Mieszko I Tanglefoot. The town was destroyed in 1241 during the Tatar invasions. Around 1272 the newly rebuilt town created a municipal charter modeled on those of Lwówek Śląski (a Polish variation of the Magdeburg Law). Throughout much of history, Germans and Poles lived together peacefully in the town. From 1315 the town was the capital of independent duchy. In 1327, John I, Duke of Oświęcim joined with a western part of Galicia (Central Europe), the Duchy of Oświęcim, and Duchy of Zator a vassal state attached to the Kingdom of Bohemia. In the 14th century the population declined.[specify] The portion of ethnic Germans in the town shrank and in 1457 the Polish king Casimir IV bought the rights to the town, which was attached afterwards to the Cracow Voivodeship. Jews, invited by Polish kings to settle in the region, had already become the majority of the population[verification needed] in the 15th century. The town also became one of the centres of Protestant culture in Poland.
Your true colors ar starting to get loud,
Have fun praying to your great god now,
All that you taught me to be,
Was a Moore, a dreamer that only refused to dream,
Oh save it please, my voice is is peaking through your speakers and
I'm speaking just to show you the way,
How could you, shelter me out I'm much older now,
You shatter like a beaker when I only want to show you the way, and
I'll build my way out of your demise, these dreams are my castles,
Not the walls you built up around me, when I look into my watch and
I know, that time is, time is gold, your true colors at starting to get
loud
And have fun praying to your grey gold now,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's till in stable,
And when all your cards are on the table, make sure it's still in stable
and dance, your life away,
And this war it don't determine who's right,
This war just determines whos left standing tonight,
Atop handing me lights, I can se what you are in the dark just fine,
And I'm not blind, I'm mending the blinds, peaking through to get a
glimpse of your anguishing life,
Your hiding like a vampire comes to strife,
But it won't harm me cause I get a thrill,
And your true colors are starting to get loud,