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As my death approached, I was no longer the rat they dug out of the hole. I got myself back. I didn't want to negotiate, pray, still less beg for mercy, and there was none. All I had was death. On my last night, they mocked, laughed at me, dared to offer me a hood to hide my face. Yes, I had seen death before. A note from the poet. Saddam Hussein was the dictator of Iraq .

I was the emperor of Mexico. For a while. I assumed that the people wanted me, that's why I accepted the crown, after all, my brother was the emperor, but I was a commodity. The people hated me, even though I improved their lives, or at least their instigator. I asked my executioners not to shoot me in the face, so that my mother would still know me. I asked and I forgave. A poet's note. Maximilian of Austria-Hungary was the emperor of Mexico for a while.

I am the leader of Romania. I still am. Traitors seized power, I fed them and they bit my hand off. They had no justice. After that miserable trial, they shot me and my wife like dogs. Their own leaders. They betrayed me, the enemies of socialism! I hummed the Internationale, as I passed into the darkness. A note from a poet. Nicolae Ceausescu was the dictator of Romania.

Death is a long time to wait knowing that it will inevitably come. And I could not wait any longer. Your head falls and the people have had their revenge. I am hated as I was once admired. Lies and slander, there's enough of that. So short was the path from glory to the darkest dungeon that it turned me gray. I had nothing but my pride with the people mocking in the background the whole way to the guillotine. I kept it, my pride, and the people had their revenge. Queen Marie Antoinette was executed by guillotine.

I was a victim of the king's lust. I couldn't satisfy that lust either but many other women could. From the queen's maid to the queen, I paid for crimes I didn't commit, my greatest crime was not giving birth to a son, an heir. But I gave birth to a queen, and laughed on the scaffold, after all,  I was innocent of the crimes I was accused of, and an executioner was brought from France for me. Then I became the Queen of Heaven, worthy to the end. And my successor was already waiting for her turn. Anne Boley was the second wife of King Henry VIII, who was beheaded for infidelity and incest. The allegations were fabricated.  

 I had the blood of millions on my hands. I sent people to their deaths because it was demanded of me. I was an architect of fear, a coward and a loner myself. Even then they betrayed me because they feared me more. When Father Sunny died, my end began. They shot me, just as I had shot people. Poets note.  Lavrenti Berija was the head of NKVD.