“I can see it coming” Oliver shouted again “It’s closing
in so fast, yes; The war that will swipe the whole nation at
its feet, leaving every countryman at its mercy” He had
been at it for the past hour and although he had taken half
the crowd, they weren’t pleased with how he said it with
ease. And there was an unmistakably genuine pleasure in
his fiery eyes, those eyes that had caught an infinite
glimpse of blood and gore at its finest.
“ . . . It’s the world war three” he pronounced edgily with
an evil chuckle, the kind the evil wizards gave in fairy
He’d done it again. No one among the crowd was smiling.
He’d said it again happier than when he’d said it just ten
But Oliver was in pains. Ranting on there at the
platform gave him no joy. Pronouncing those words gave
him a headache. It was the singing, the high-pitched voice
in his head he kept on hearing and it belonged to no other
than Hitler. Not the regular 21st century commoner who had
Hitler for a last name. It was the notorious German dictator.
HILTER. ADOLF HITLER.
“Hurry up, they are here for us” the husky voice
See, the voice was really loud and no one reacted nothing
even Penny who had been close to him the whole time on
the platform. Clearly, it was in his head or it could just have
been a dream, or an imagination? “Can’t you see they’re
everywhere. We need to get you out of here” the voice rang
and it hurt him some more but he endured the torment, he
So, a dream and an imagination must be ruled out
from the possibility because he wasn’t the only one who
heard it. I DID TOO. Since kindergarten or so (Can’t really
remember). But that wasn’t the point. Hitler had made
Oliver do things, a lot of things. Really nasty stuff. Things
that could hurt you, if I told you at the time. Not anymore,
for there is peace and quiet now that the third disastrous
war known to man has come to an end.
I want to tell you the truth, something that no one else
knows not even my best buddy, Ollie, before he was turned
to the dark side, anyway. Before he was made by that voice
to start another great war later to be recorded in world
history as the third of its kind. He said the voice belonged
to Hitler, but it was a lie. Funny thing was I believed him. I
was so gullible, but now I know because I’ve seen it all,
because God showed it to me. He took me to the heavens
just like he had done Elisha and when he had endowed me
with the truth, he sent me back to bear witness and to
spread the truth. And now you must understand why I want
to share it with you - To save mankind, and that includes
you, from the pool of lies you’ve been very well soaked in.
Oliver stood silently for a minute contemplating while
the voice tortured him and me. He could withstand large
amount of pain but I couldn’t. I always felt shouting would
ease the pain in my skull. Fortunately, I didn’t scream, my
team didn’t allow me to because I would give myself away
and I was too important to them in a lot of ways. To them, I
was a less a psychic than a consultant for the combat B
American armoured troop. Honestly, I couldn’t care less. I
saw myself as a pretty banged up job from the remains of
creation just like Oliver. Had I known sooner, maybe things
would have been better off. I was, and still am an angel of
the most High. Literally, An angel of life.
I could see Oliver from twenty-seven feet high. His
end was near but he would soon sense it for the voice was
about to inform him. It (Hitler’s voice) knew everything.
“Look up at that window, your friend sees you” I could
hear it talking to Oliver. It had never said a word to me and
that was what drove me mad. It made me beg the question -
WHY ME? WHYY DO I GET TO BE THE ONE TO HEAR
SOME CREEPY VOICE IN SOMEONNE’S HEAD?
Because he was my friend, I would think, or was it some
kind of gift I had to save the world from tyrants like Oliver?
“Oh no, Peskins, take the shot” I said withdrawing
from the window in fear.
“What’s the matter? You hear something again?”
Peskins asked, looking through the scope on his .30
intervention sniper. He had locked on the target (Oliver)
awaiting orders from ‘Roach’ - That was Lieutenant
Kripke’s (the chief of staff at the time) codename - who
was among the roaring crowd.
“Fuehrer! Fuehrer! Fuehrer!” They kept on yelling.
Oliver was disturbed and scared, I noticed. “Just over there
to the left” Hitler told him “Look and see for yourself if you
don’t believe me” Oliver turned to his left and stretched his
neck upwards to the exact window we were close to. How
could he have known? There were about a thousand
windows in the destroyed building which was once the
largest museum in the country just close to the memorial.
Peskins and I had crept in slowly from behind the crowd
through the subway which led to a drain connected to the
building. No one could have seen us. He gave me a fierce
look even though I couldn’t see him physically. I was so far
from the window to have seen him. Yet his wild gaze burnt
my insides. His fiery eyes still haunt me till today.
Hitler grew apprehesive, “Let’s go . . . We must save
you . . . You can’t die like this . . . We must get out of
here . . . The devil has you “ The huskiness disturbed me a
lot. I tried to surpress the voice emotionally but it
reverberated all through my skull. I fell to the floor rolling.
“Take the shot, Peskins, he knows we’re here” I
yelled unsteadily, writhing in invisible pains.
“You know I can’t. I only take orders from Roach”
Peskins said without even looking up at me because he
didn’t want to miss the shot and he knew I would be okay.
This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
“Aye, Sir” Peskins muttered. Roach had given him the
orders, I knew. But from where I was at the edge of the
empty, half-burnt up room, very far from Peskins and the
window, I could see Oliver’s face, moonlit-clear and ridden
with fear. He was staring right into the muzzle of Peskin’s
sniper like he could tell where he was from that far. I
seriously doubted it.
Blood was pouring out of his chest like spring water
from a mighty rock. Peskins had done a nice job. The bullet
had caught so deep in his thoracic cavity. There was uproar.
The crowd had dissppeared into nothing. Oliver’s gathering
square had never been that empty. And he lay in Corporal
Penny’s hands who kept shouting orders to the security
detail to find the killer.
Meanwhile I laughed an so did Peskins - the best
marksman I’ve known in my life. Everything was over. The
pain was gone. Peskins turned around to take me home but
what he saw dimmed his happy face.
“Oh Good heavens!!!” Peskins shrieked “you’re
bleeding” I hadn’t noticed. But I felt cold the moment
Peskins had told me. My hands which were resting on my
chest were wet and sticky. My breathing soon became
fast-paced. It was when I looked down on myself that I saw
the blood pouring out just like Oliver’s.
“You devil . . . You couldn’t let him go” The voice said
to me but I saw a face this time. I knew who it was. I
couldn’t forget the tall figure, his eerie hair-cut, the nasty
moustache. Someone I’d always seen, not physically
anyway, in history books, in black and white pictures.
ADOLF HITLER himself in person of Peskins. “You will
pay, I swear, by the whole of German republic, you traitor”
I still don’t understand what happened but it
happened so fast. They said I had died and resurrected but I
could still remember. The little I was permitted to, at least.
For they said I’d lost a great portion of my memory.
A minute later, I was in heaven. I couldn’t go into
details because HE told me not to tell anyone our
Just the truth. Besides, it’s not paying attention to detail that
matters, it’s the truth in those details. As long as the truth
comes out, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Well, we got
to a place where I saw a lot of things. You know, like the
pensieve in the Potter novel. I saw the terrible things about
Oliver and then I saw the truth. Yes, the truth that would
elude generations of the innocent people up until now. And
from the truth, they were a good number of things I
It was the Syria uprisings, the healthcare, the
shutdown that had led to the war. They were all connected.
Emotions flew around the world , and it brought along the
talked-about beast, and the sign of doom . The Swastika
or ,according to the revelations, the 666. It wasn't’ just a
number. That was another lie, you see, buried in a pool of
unending lies. It was the German symbol and then there
was the rising of Hitler in the person of Ollie, the bringing of the new world order. The end-time signs in the
It all fit nicely. I was beginning to understand what had
eluded the whole world since beginning of man.
But you need to understand my role in all of this. I realised
I was the angel of life. HE told me and I was a fool to think
less of myself. If I hadn’t brought about the idea of
ambushing Oliver or Hitler in the rally, he would have
stage-managed his own death again. History would repeat
itself and that would spell doom for mankind as God told
me mankind wasn’t ready yet but Ollie forced it.
When I came to spread the truth, as I had expected,
they were all waiting for me. Not to hear me, but to kill me.
They said I had been the one speaking in the rally, that
there was no Ollie, no Hitler, and I was no angel but rather
a devil like Hitler had reminded me before he perished. You
can imagine that they had blamed me for bringing back the
sign of doom on earth and all the nasty things Ollie had
done. But you and I know better. I’m sure you follow by
now, that it was one of those dug-up lies again from the
bloody pool. You musn’t believe them, EVER. Lest, they
rob you of the truth just like the others. A dumb-ass shrink
had fed me some stupid garbage about how I had a
dual-personality and some other dumber stuff like that. I
reckon that was the devil working. He’d even started telling
them to feed me with lies but I was strong enough to resist,
because I am THE angel, of course. Angel de la vie.
They attacked me but there was another power in
play . . .oopsy . . . remember what I said about details, they
could be misleading and pointless too. But, as a reward for
going this far with me, I’ll spare you just a little detail and
the most important. THERE WAS BLOOD, LOTS AND
LOTS OF BLOOD.
It’s been seventeen years since then. The year, 2031
has been a peaceful one nonetheless. America is no more
and so is Russia. Of course, it’s in the modern history
books. It happened a year after Ollie and I’m glad I had a
major role in it. You know I had to get rid of earthly
power for heavenly power to remain. For the world to see
and hear the everlasting truth. Most of the world power
now belongs to Africa, their giant (Nigeria) by extension,
and I reckon that evil lies there, a greater evil that will soon
possess the world with it’s LIES.
Writing from a prison cell has been really tasking
and I’m glad this finally got to you. They still think I’m
nuts but I’ll prove them wrong, I will, I have too. It’s HIS
will and thy will be done on earth. Don’t forget that.
Always bear it in mind. I’ll wait until the time is right.
Because my work to bring life to the world is not finished
And oh, I forgot to mention, Peskins was a completely
innocent in all of this. I t was just my subconscious taking
me to higher places.
I’ve been writing for some days now, I’ve lost count (very
little of what being confined in a stuffed room could do to you).
I really must stop now and wait for the right time to come. For
Go in peace and Love of God.