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My profession was an executioner. Already in the second generation. I knew that people hated me, but I did my job only for money, without feelings, quickly, professionally. I executed over 3,000 people, guilty or innocent, it didn't matter to me, and it wasn't my job to judge it. It was my job and I was good at it, and I got praise for it. I executed those condemned by the Nazis and then the Nazis. My services were in demand. They hated me in vain, I was just doing my job. A note from a poet. Johann Reichhart was a German executioner who used a German version of the guillotine in his executions.

I knew that winter would be my last. The day I died, I coughed up blood, the same blood I wrote with. God showed me a passage from the New Testament. Allow it now, for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness. Thus the prodigal son departed. The man who survived his execution, lost everything gambling. I allowed it to happen. Poet's Note. Fyodor Dostoevsky is one of the classic writers of literature.

I was only 18 when they condemned me to death, accused of burning symbols of the oppressors. My only crime was that I wanted freedom. To live as I wanted. They will executed me, like so many others. So many people's blood was shed on their clothes. How could I have remained silent? A poet's note. Melika Azizi was comdemned to death in Iran.

No one knows when I died. No one knows where my bones rest. I was just one of so many who died, the day I died. I never even turned sixteen, nor did I ever grow up, nor did I ever get married. I am forever fifteen. Without my diary, no one would know I existed, nor would the many who died with me. Poet's Note. Anne Frank died in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp and became famous for her diary, which has survived.

Sadness lasts forever. I know that. I couldn't stand it, and neither could my soul. I couldn't wait. I felt peace as I walked through the meadows for the last time. The pain had always returned. I didn't want to wait. I knew I would be great someday, and I knew I wouldn't see it. It was time to say a long goodbye. I couldn't wait. Please forgive me, Theo. A poet's note. Vincent Van Gogh is a world-famous artist who only sold one painting in his lifetime. His brother Theo was his most important supporter.

I died twice. Both times on airplanes. The last one was the final one. Yeah. I guess no one really knew me, did I? Some might wonder what happened to me. How did a star-chasing playboy  turn into a hermit  who was afraid of everything. I don't know either. It just happened. I had to. A Poet's Note. Howard Hughes was an eccentric billionaire who completely isolated himself from the world for the rest of his life.

You will never know if there was a great love in my life or why I didn't let the doctor see me until it was too late. I decided my own fate. I will remain an enigma to you forever, that's how I want to remain. Alone with my stories. In them you will see me. Poet's Note. Emily Brontë died at only 30 years old, but managed to write Wuthering Heights.

They said that my heart was still beating even though I was dead. That black weekend I felt that I shouldn't have driven. I had never felt like that before, the race was always the most important thing. I had to win, or the championship would slip away. But the championship didn't seem meaningful either, not like this. My life ended in seconds when I hit a concrete wall. I looked up at the sky one more time, which had given me everything. A poet's note. F1 champion Ayrton Senna died in the 1994 Imola race.

I knew, of course, that I had been followed for a long time, threatened, but it was nothing new. Old Russia was waiting for me in the shadows of the staircase on Putin's birthday. There was nothing to fear in my last steps, I could not fear, because fear rules and someone must tell the truth, even to those who did not want to hear it. A shot, two, I heard no more, darkness descended on Moscow and on me. A poet's note. Anna Politkovskaya was a Russian journalist and Putin critic.

I came back from the dead, but I didn't get to heaven. I should be dead, but I live and speak. They wanted to kill me, because I deserved it. I had been preparing for 30 years to leave, but when the time came, I came back. I don't know if I will live again, a soul that would have been forgiven and would live. I had already given up my life, spoken my last words. Poet's Note. Christa Pike was sentenced to death, but she survived the execution.

No. I wasn't crazy, I was just talking nonsense,  it was just a good story. No. And Salieri didn't hate me, nor poison me, it was just a good story. No. I wasn't thrown into a pauper's grave, it was just a good story, just a common grave. I don't know if I was a genius, it's just that composing came easy to me,  it is a good story. A note from a poet. W.A.Mozart is still the greatest composer in the world.

The show should never be left unfinished, and I didn't, I collapsed. How ironic, that a man who defied death should die from the fist of a student boy. Well.  Maybe my body had already taken too many blows, and the last one was the last. Poet´s note. Harry Houdini was a magician and a king of chains

My name was Elisabeth Stride, but I was called Long-Liz in the street. The gentleman  who later became known as Jack the Ripper, murdered me in Whitechapel. He didn't mutilate me like an animal, but I couldn't have known that. He left me like trash in the street anyway. In reality I was Elisabeth Gustafsdotter, a peasant woman from Sweden. How I ended up living in Spitalfields,  as a drunk whore in the middle of the filth, is a long story, which would have been forgotten long ago  without Jack the Ripper. Poet's Note. Elizabeth Gustafsdotter, later Elisabeth Stride, was one of Jack the Ripper's victims.

What stories are told about me. I bet none of them are true. And if they were, I made them up myself. They are so afraid of women who take their fate into their own hands. My fate was to die in front of a firing squad. I was a lousy spy, if at all. Sometimes luck runs out and I was done. To the End. Elegant of course, but I was sad that no one even said goodbye, I danced my death alone. Poet's note. Mata Hari, real name Margaretha Geertruida Zelle, was a Dutch dancer.

I was born poor, I died poor. I was a hero, then a murderer. Did you do it, O.J.? Did you kill your wife and that man? Those were the questions I heard. Nothing else in my life was interesting. If I did it, I probably wouldn't tell you about it. I was never convicted of murder. It was a circus. When I died, my children came to see me, even those whose mother died. Whether I went to heaven or hell, I won't tell. A Poet's Note. O.J. Simpson was a sports and movie star who was accused of murdering his wife.

I, an orphan boy, Billy the Kid, had met men face to face, but never seen my killer. A coward from the dark. I do not know who shot me, though my killing was boasted of and I was put on display. Billy the Kid, no one remembers my real name, hardly even myself. Even in my grave may lie the wrong man, but what joy, that even the tombstone of a thief like me was stolen. Now the tombstone is behind bars, as a thief should be. Poet's note. Billy the Kid, real name Henry McCarty, was one of the most famous gunfighters of the Wild West.

I hated being old. My death freed me from that pain. From a frail body, from my heart  that still wanted but could not have. But my body betrayed me, which was hollow. Love betrayed me, life was no longer fun. No pleasures of the flesh, no adventures. I ended up in a barren castle with boring people. What a waste. Oh Venice, I am coming. Poet's note. Giacomo Casanova is still the world's most famous ladies' man and writer.

My whole life was a struggle from beginning to end. Nudity wasn't a problem for me, life was. I did have my children, but my whole life collapsed when my son died after coming to see his newborn little sister. I died then too, although I was still alive. Now I rest in my pink coffin next to my son. There is no mockery from people here, no chaos, no fighting, no sadness only peace. Like Marilyn. Poet's note. Anna Nicole Smith was a Playboy girl and an actress.

I was called a Blood Countess, who bathed in the blood of young women, killed after kill until she was bricked up in her room. I say: The truth is always determined by the victor, who gets to tell his story. I had plenty of time to prepare for my own death. With my cold hands, I had to pray. Erzsébet (Elisabeth) Báthory was alleged to have murdered hundreds of young women.

I always knew I could be killed, but when it happened, it surprised me. Whether I was shot by a lone madman or by a conspiracy. I will never know. I didn't even get to see the face of my shooter. I had faced tough opponents myself, but I was shot in the back. Cowards. A poet's note. Olof Palme was a long-serving Prime Minister of Sweden