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I was an angel of the poor, poor myself, although luck was with me, but I was not allowed to live long, death grew in my womb, which took me. I loved the poor, I hated the elite, I spoke to the poor when death was already waiting for me. I never abandoned them. I was feared even after death, my embalmed body traveled the world, until I was allowed to return, to my beloved Argentina. Poet's note. Eva Peron was the wife of President Juan Peron and a figure beloved by the people.

 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.