Madman 3Vladimir Putin

Vlad the Impaler, with eyes of stone. Unseeing, unfeeling, a heart so cold. His thirst for power, an endless quest, with no mercy shown, to those who contest.

His armies march, across the Ukranian land. Bringing death and destruction, to all they can. Their enemies impaled, from the missiles from so high, their screams and cries, fill the sky.

But still he rules, with an iron fist, with no remorse, for the lives he has kissed. His heart is black, and his eyes so blind, to the horrors he’s wrought, and the pain he’s assigned.

No pity, no mercy, just a madman’s reign, a king who rules, with cruelty and pain. His legacy, one of fear and death.

So beware of Vlad, the Impaler of young and old; men, women and children, a madman king, with a heart of stone and cold. His name is whispered, in fear and dread, an unseeing ruler, whose tyrannical power will soon see him rendered dead.