NOTE: This is a poem about real Dracula, Vlad "the Impaler" Tepes.
Vlad murdered his victims to "restore order", drank their blood for "imortality" and ate their organs to "give" himself spare parts.
Vlad murdered his victims to "restore order", drank their blood for "imortality" and ate their organs to "give" himself spare parts.
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I will conquer your land and your weak mind,
Run all you want, shelter you won't find.
At night, into your dreams I'll creep
And during the day into your thoughts I'll seep.
In boiling water, or acid, on a pike you'll rest;
All the while your pitiful efforts, I shall detest.
Trophies I'll take from your face and skin;
Before I devour your heart and drink the blood to expunge your sin.
Order from chaos is what will I provide.
Cleansing this nation, in one powerful stride.
For no crime, is the hope of any absolution;
For only in death is there an acceptable solution.
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