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A moment before I died, I somehow managed to raise my hand to command, as it was accustomed to doing. They didn't listen, but I had time to see how afraid they were, even though I was helpless. They let me lie on the floor, waiting for me to stop breathing, so that they could breathe freely themselves, when I'm gone. Death will not end with me. Poet's note. Joseph Stalin is still known as one of the most cruel dictators.

 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.