Dear Germany


For years I had longed to love and lead you,

Although you held many flaws which I tried to rid.

I was greatly successful in depleting a few,

For anything I could do for my beloved I did.

In the darkness before my intentional death I await,
I recall the beatings as I was broken and bleeding.
But you made me better and whole, maybe it was fate.
I will die as a man whose admiration is never fleeting.
Never forget me, I’d like the world to know,
But do not be sad my dear, my heart is with you here.
I dutifully will reap, what I so vigorously did sow.
Live on now although my end is drawing near,
And forgive me as a child when a pet has bitten her,
Yours truly and with all my love,
Adolf Hitler.

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