Walking backwards can be a strange feeling. Especially if you are walking backwards into your own past. A past full of mistakes and lies, a past full of shattered dreams and the bodies of the dead.

My past was like that, and now I am condemned to re-visit it and look upon my history, and in the process vanish from the face of the earth entirely.
That will be my punishment for what I have done, my torture, and my deserved pain.
For I am evil, unspeakable evil, and I will die such a death that only the sickest mind could imagine.

I await my end with glee, with happiness in my heart that cannot be surpassed by any love. I have no love, just a love for my end, for the pain it will bring to me, for the torture that will ensue.

I live in the depths, in the black depths, and slither around the dark corners. I try to see into the black depths to which I am imprisoned. But no light is permitted in this place, no warmth reaches me.

I am cold and I am lonely and my heart would be sad. If it knew such an emotion.
So I walk backwards slowly, slowly in my mind into my past.

I see the hell I have created. And I embrace it. In doing so it becomes part of me, and this is good. The wailing of the tortured souls reaches my ears and tears at my heart, soon they will be with me and they will tear and rip my body and I will be done.

Still walking backwards I see more, this time I see light. The light appears in the sky and spells death, a fiery death that will leave nothing but shadows. Shadows to attest to my madness.

Further and further backwards, taking in pain at every step and relishing the sheer terror of every moment. To know I will feel this agony soon is the only thing that keeps me going. On and on, one step at a time. (I walk on bones, wretched bones)

Look, can you see the children? The children who have died in my name. The little ones, so innocent perhaps. But no, innocence is not a concept I can imagine. Innocence is just another excuse, just another inane concept. I cannot take these thoughts on board as I travel. But I know I must, as they are part of my destiny and the whole of my wretched demise. (My Mind is swimming now, swimming in ashes, newborns ashes)

Now I see knives, knives that change and knives that open. They open the living for my minions, they open them as they scream, and all is good, all is red.
Am I afraid I hear you ask? Afraid of the agonies, no, no I enjoy the spectacle and I loathe the spectacle and I await the spectacle, (of my end that is.)

I am coming to the end of my journey now. I have walked such a terrifying road and at last reached my goal. (Blindness overcomes me, I shall not see, I spear my eyes and all is good).

I have seen all I have needed to see. My God or My Devil. You have shown me, delicious awful delights. Things that no man should see.
I raise the gun to my head and I die, and soon I will be tortured, soon my eternity will be my Sodom and my Gomorrah, my agony incarnate.

The lost souls will have their revenge and I will relish every moment of the pain.
For I am of three, I am of three minds. Three awful creations.

Firstly I am Man.
Secondly I am Hate.
But thirdly, yes thirdly I am the author of downfall, I am a god.
I am Adolf.

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