Holocausts burst out, from the souls, of those men
Who weed out, the seeds of love, from their hearts
Why he chose to be a Führer, history’s dreaded doyen
Not that Hitler, who painted, symphonies of Mozarts
Geli grew out to be, his half-niece, nay, half-life
Or his love-object, nay, lap-bitch in a girl’s guise!
“Alas, Never I’ll be, my man’s, cherished wife?
Oh! What a lover you’re, whose romances, heartless lies!”
Held 23 years of young blood, his pistol, to her heart
What a way to – end, his passion, a love strong-armed
-Tear Hitler from Führer, many worlds apart
-Sow seeds of pain, in a Nazi heart, unfarmed
Yet one more love tryst, though the last one indeed
In Eva Braun, Hitler found, Geli’s solace and soul
Was ageless Führer or aging Hitler, this lassie fancied?
“I’ll stand by my Liebling, till my love takes…
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