I am rotting on the sands of time in this
devilish world, the stick of misfortune
beats me for the pain I have caused, the
winds of justice have eroded away the
dim lit bulb of truth, leaving only the
dark expansive shadows of my evil
and corrupt leadership, the months in
this life beneath the world have
humbled my thoughts—but not my deeds.
I am as a child of four, to be punished for
mischief, but unlike the little terror I have
a punishment worse than a spanking. I was
once a mighty mountain, but now I crumble.

I regret only the future I face.

Sincere;y Sadam Hussein (did I spell that right?)