HE DID NOT DIE
(For Jack--If you love Hitler
so much, Nick,
then why don't you write a poem
about him?--Sarfatti.)
"Who is closer to you, Sir"
a monk asked Buddha,
"He who loves you, or he who hates you?"
"He who hates me," replied the Buddha.
"Because he thinks of me more often."
Mighty King Lucifer
Who was brought low
Who died by his own hand
In a Berlin bunker
Who rose again.
By the power of hate
Is Our Satan kept alive
His deeds in state museums immortalized.
In our hearts we hold Him closer
Than any Christian holds his Lord.
By the power of our hatred
We made places on Earth
Where Satan's so sacred
No man dares display His Mark
Except in secret.
So long as there remains
Just one of us who hates him
He will live on.
His soul is immortal.
Der Führer did not die.
