A Gift For Mein Fuhrer (Draft)

I come with a gift for you, mein fuhrer.
One that will make your heart race with anticipation.
A special kind of gift that can only be properly delivered
Through the barrel of a shotgun.

I stand above your beaten body.
You clench the floor with shaking hands.
Your army marches outside, blissfully unaware.
They will lose their leader today.

You were scheduled for a speech today.
One that would further brainwash your minions.
A speech of hatred and superiority.
But your schedule has been rearranged
For some unforeseen events.

When they come to your aid,
It will be too late.
For both of us will be dead.
Two shots will ring out.
Call me a coward.
Call me a fool.
But I know this must be done.
They will bury you, mein fuhrer.
Inside a coffin nailed shut.
Your army will crumble.
Your nation will fall.
But your infamy will reign history.

Your public calls to you outside the window.
They will not see you again.

I have a gift for you, mein fuhrer.
And I shall see you in Hell.

(Inspired by "Evil Incarnate (remix)" by Per Kristian Risvik.)
http://www.perkristian.net/game_doom2.shtml