/lit/ - Literature

>>18636330
Was hitler really the kind of guy to put checkered floors in his bunker? Kind of masonic if you ask me.

>>18636330

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
The shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
I'm just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

Now I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Calvary choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

'well, looks like this is the end, old boy' Hitler thought to himself as he stared down at his Walther PPK. Eva was a crying wreck in the corner of the room; Adolf paid her no mind. He was too busy reminiscing about the good days. When he was younger, and the world seemed ripe for the taking; when he gave speeches to crowds of thousands of his countrymen, the air seemed to reverberate with their cheers and their cries, and he became intoxicated with their love. Those good days when the war was yet early, and the enemies of the German people seemed to fall like wheat before a scythe, when he had paraded through city after captured city, when he truly felt as if victory was inevitable, that it was his destiny to see the world at his feet, the Aryan race finally achieving its full potential. He had spent many a night dreaming of newly won lands, of fields and farms and fair-headed children, a utopia built on the battles won through his efforts. Of course, that had all crumbled to pieces now. He had long since given up on even that last, final bit of hope; his only wish now was to die with dignity, at his lovers side. The pistol felt comfortable in his hand. 'Under the chin, then tilted back' he reminded himself. 'in any case, the cyanide will make a sure thing of it.'
"Eva. It's time, my love." They both swallowed their capsules. Somehow, in the musty, stale bunker air, Adolf was calm. Memories danced and flashed through his head, images briefly vibrant before quickly fading. The crater-pocked fields of his first war, the bombed ruins of once magnificent buildings in Berlin, the forested mountains of a summertime vacation, the cozy interior of his childhood home. 'Under the chin, then tilted back.' He was ready.
'My only regret...' he thought as his finger started to move almost of its own volition, '...is that three hundred to four hundred thousand Jews died of typhus and other natural causes due to Allied bombing of the supply lines to the camps.' Two shots, then silence, the sounds of distant artillery fire and air raid siren only faintly audible.

>>18636741
So fucking good anon. Good job

>>18636330
AND YOU COULD HAVE IT ALL
MY EMPIRE OF DIRT

I WILL LET YOU DOWN
I WILL MAKE YOU HURT

*bang*

>I do not regret anything. If I were to begin all over again, I would act just as I have acted, even if I knew that in the end I should meet a fiery death at the stake. No matter what human beings may do, I shall some day stand before the judgment seat of the Eternal. I shall answer to Him, and I know He will judge me innocent.

>>18636741
Based

Sieg heil my ruse sleek
Blitzkrieg why jews reek
fuck the frost and faggots
muck like poker jew maggots
cyanide pills we swallow
cya guide me to the hollows

*drops dead*

>>18636741
Bravo anon. Haven't kek'd that hard in a while

>>18636741
>the air seemed to reverberate with their cheers and their cries, making it pulsate even as the $8 Lager coursed through his thick Aryan veins

Alle ham sie mich verraten! ALLE! anscheissen sollt ich sie, die ganze baggage zuscheissen, die hurensöhne.alle deutschen sind hurensöhne und hurentöchter und jetzt wird der slave sie auffressen und sie haben es verdient, das hurenkindervolk, das dumme deutsche scheiß Volk. Ich hoff sie stecken sie alle in die Öfen, nicht nur die JUDEN! ALLE! Alle gehören vergast und kremiert, alle alle alle!

Ich hätte drauf bestehen müssen, dass mir die Geli damals nicht nur in den Mund brunzt, sondern auch reinscheisst, wie ich es mir gewünscht hatte. Das bereue ich.

Die Geli war eine geile Sau.

*Bang*

Think on the last days of Hitler.


He might have looked at his world map and said to himself in his mind: “How was it...what was his name again...that little man...Chaplin? Yes, that’s right, Charles Chaplin. He portrayed me in that comedy...it was a good film. I was playing with the globe, like a happy child. That was a clever way of making fun of me...I’ll give that bastard that. But if he...if they only knew, if they could peep inside my brain and see the wonders that I have imagined for the future decades, what sleeps in the viscera of the seeds that I planted so that the fruits would only be eaten by human strains of a thousand years in the future... even the pulp of the fruit of paradise did not taste so sweet. If they could witness a single whisper of the glory that I would raise from the dust in all corners of the world. I would cover the Earths crust with marble monuments, I would dress the souls of humanity with mantles of light. I would help the human race achieve its fullest potential...If only I could actually hold the world in my hands... Here pyramids would be erected, there lice crushed, none of the rocks that float in the bowels of the cosmos would be more magnificent. My hands...so weak now, trembling... Before I felt my nerves throbbing, the blood in my veins as I spent the night working, the pleasurable pain of the pen pressing against my fingers...That’s all over now, it’s futile to think on it”.


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>>18638570

Then he would walk to his desk and take some papers out of a drawer. They are some drawings and old scribbles.

“I wonder if things could have been different. I’m so tired. What if this was all for nothing, all this muscle work, all this mental work, all this suffering, all this blood and sweat and tears and cerebral fluid. I threw my saps like wash to a pig when they should be the delight of angels and mermaids. If only I had put more effort into my art, maybe I could have been happy now, and living an anonymous life, maybe in the country that I love so much...the black florest. I would not depend on the weakness of others, the lack of stomach of others, the watery marrow of others. I didn’t have to be extremely successful, only be able to live of my art. I wonder if I was wrong about it all. To hate others: it’s so tiring, so life-consuming. What man on Earth has a hand capable of crushing every man on Earth who deserves to be crushed. How many nights of heartburn, how many days of foam in my mouth. But the human rot kept showing up, and stirring, and worming, and pulsing, and it didn't matter how many blows you took. The gospel of fire never cleansed that damned leprosy...How much of my mind and body and soul I gave as food to hatred...was I wrong? Rise so much that I was already with my face being tanned by the stars, heaven offering me its delights, like a virgin, soaring so much, more than the youthful dreams of Babel, only to fall when I already had the taste of glory in my palate...fall into this mud, into this world of slime where worms are the great legislators, even though I have offered myself as a sacrifice to destroy them all. What is the final meaning of my life?...”


Enter a general: “My führer, we need you to approve some orders and plans of action”.


Hitler: Yes, yes. I’m coming.

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>>18638570
>>18638577
Jesus christ, fascists are Really retarded. That's what you think your idol was like?? Lmao

>>18638623

No. Was just having fun.

I don't think Hitler was right.

I've conjured up a spell of steel
That bound the race in holy quest.
Now the titan is brought to kneel
And fizzled is his former zest.

Failure! Failure! All is lost!
The lines of defence have been crossed!
To kill myself or let another...
The second option makes me shudder

To die, to die, what else there is?
Before we go, one final kiss.
Will they speak of our story?
Will this flood drown all our glory?

>>18636330
>The project has been a failure and who is the blame are the German people. This war was God's great test and I was God's great test taker and the German people were the tested. They failed, the people has failed, they are a failed people of whore children, too weak to stand up to the slav, the lizard like, disgusting slav has turned out to be the superior race that will wipe the German whore children of the face of the world and good! They deserve to vanish and whither like the children of whores they are. Even the American negros, even the British dogs are stronger than the failure of a people that is these Germans I was given to lead, to test.

>Holy mary mother of God, why, even now, in the last moments of life, won't my mind leave me in peace with memories of cousin Geli? I should have insisted on her not just peeing into my mouth, but also shitting in it, like I requested. This is my only regret.

>Geli, you horny slutwhore. Dirty horny slutwhore!

Furiously masturbating the Führer puts the pistol in his mouth and starts to lick the gun barrel, more and more furiously. As a thin string of ejaculated splutters out of his geriatrically grey penis he pulls the trigger.

They don't even put his pants back on before they pour gasoline on him up on the surface. They just set him on fire and clamber back down, safe for now from bolshevik bullets.

>>18638737
Change the second furiously to lascivious ly

>The Allies lay seige on us, with bombes and the like
>If only I'd gotten the last of these kikes
>Alas! Nothing to do now, but to pull the trigger
>With my final breath I curse every last nigger