[ WP ] Adolf Hitler survived WWII , and is confirmed to have lived until 2014 . Shortly before his death he wrote a letter to the world . What did that letter say ?

There is no worse way for a man of my stature to leave this world than how I have thus gone. Many of you will not believe this letter, the last will and testament of the evil, horrific boogeyman today's society refers to as the worst human being to have ever lived. 
 
 One thing is for certain, if you do believe me, you will not forgive me. 
 
 But it is not forgiveness I seek in these words, rather, understanding. 
 
 I did not have an easy childhood, in fact, but i understand in many cases throughout history there have been worse upbringings. 
 
 I spent my early days trying to escape the violence of my father, the weakness of my mother, and in my surroundings, in the hills and architecture and buildings, i found a certain solace, a comfort, that those walls and hills and indeed stars had seen far worse. So i sought to replicate these all seeing, uncaring creatures in my art work. 
 
 i looked for scenes and tableaus that would do me and my view justice but i always came up short, i could not convey what i wanted, no, what i *needed* to convey. 
 
 So i sought to better my abilities, to paint and create what my heart so longingly desired... a truly apathetic piece of art that truly reflected the unchanging nature of the landscape that so many of you take for granted. 
 
 And i was rejected. scorned... for my lack of ability when that was the very reason i tried to join in the first place. 
 
 but... i could not shake the fact that i respected this institution, it had deemed me unworthy and thrown me out, with indifference and disdain, confident in its knowledge that my exclusion was for the greater good of its pupils, its staff. aware that in order to protect its reputation it needed only the finest to begin with, so that there was no chance of failure; only less success. 
 
 I saw in this place a model, founded upon its historic importance, that i could relate to, mould, and... well, you see where this is going. 
 
 then war broke out, a messy thing, cutting away a great chunk of the talented and gallant men of my era. of course i joined, though i was not particularly well suited, and of course i excelled, where others did not. but there was again, in me, an interest in the front lines. 
 
 There were always rumours and sayings that each man's name was written on a bullet somewhere, but i did n't believe that. the bullet cared not whether it was fired from a chamber into the heart of a tommy any more than a johnny or a *kraut*, indeed it mattered not to a bullet whether it made it to the front lines at all, it could be tucked away in a warehouse awaiting the day its use would be realised, but it cared not, it existed for its function, not more, nor less. The only thing that mattered, was *who* fired the bullet. 
 
 the war passed, and well... you know what happened for the next few years, but to me, it stirred in me an aggression, a distaste, a burning desire. i saw around me countless Germans not fulfilling their potential. they were content to accept the harsh penalties sustained as a result of the failed war. around me those who got rich ran the banks and forced good, German people out of their homes and into slums. 
 
 i saw in my people the same unrealised potential as those bullets left in the warehouse. and in my head, an idea formed. 
 
 you see where bullets exist purely to kill, Germans exist to rule and succeed, we can not ignore it, we can not fight it, all we can do is repress it until someone loads us into the chamber and fires us out. 
 
 And still, no one saw this. I yearned for my countrymen to rise, but they did not, as an oxe to a yoke they stood and they waited and they submitted. 
 
 So I took action, and loaded the chamber. 
 
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 Just in uni but if anyone's interested i would n't mind keeping on going
