these terfs are serpents
spitting poison with forked tongues
scales of injustice

what poetry lives
between fury and malice?
a frozen teardrop

throw out the baby!
the feminist bathwater’s

my chamber echoes
with truth and divinity!
this war is holy…

my hatred is pure
I’ll open the gate to hell
for those vile perverts

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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