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during these last months. I am not afraid
of hell, for no tortures the devil ever
inflicted upon the damned can be more
terrible than the torments you, with the
name of God on your lips, made us inflict
upon righteous men and harmless women and
children—in fact you have added to the list;
you have proved a first-rate expert in
inventing instruments of torture—the devil will
have a lot to learn from you!
“You willed the war, sinister Emperor!
You wanted to become the world’s greatest
ruler; you have become its greatest criminal.
The sun is setting blood-red and menacing
over the tottering walls of your world-power;
your short day of triumph is drawing to its
close, your long night of expiation is about
to begin. I have seen your restless eye—the
fear of death is already there. But better no
gallows for you! Better to suffer you to live
on with that fear in your eye! Better to let
you die in your bed assisted by your
acquiescent Court-Chaplains trying in vain to
silence your cry of anguish with their
litanies, and surrounded by your bowing Court
doctors working their hardest for you to hold
on a few hours longer to your dishonoured
crown and to rouse you from the invading
torpor that you may hear to your very last
breath the maledictions of your victims.
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