Remember me when'st my heart...Began it's fatal horror-ed start.
I beseech thee to spread my name...So that one day, I may have my fame.
I will be up at my best game...Therefore you yourself, will not have the same.
Power, at it's worst...Your last ride, will be in a dark grey Hearse.
Your seat will be made of pine...And that with me, is totally fine.
I am the Devil incarnate...My appetite of infinite.
Quest for my test...My name is Hitler, First is Adolph from Germany's best.
I will soon be the world's only leader...America-I assuredly will beat her.
I will defeat her...Of me she shall call me, Sir!
Of this fact, I am sure...America will be my boot licking cur.
I will rule all the Earth...Making one and all, very sorry, since their sorry and pathetic, birth.
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