“The Count was clearly a fair-minded man. Anyone who didn’t think so deserved to die.” ~ Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett
Your blood means little
to him, fear and praise are food.
Starve his vanity—
make him choke on your backbone,
drown his madness with your truth.
His mirrors spew fibs
he spreads like Agent Orange.
Give him no access—
protect your yard with knowledge,
fight what lies in the gas! GAS!
His mirror spews fibs.
by Anna Kulakovskaja