The Ant Tyrant
He rules his ant farm with an
iron fist. If they don't obey -
execution by magnifying
glass.
The queen?
A puppet.
He put her into power,
knowing she'd bend
the knee to his will.
The ants weren't aware that
they were in a farm. The massive
figure that loomed over them,
brought food, struck down
their insect brothers with the
light of heaven. He was more
like a god to them.
One day maybe, they'd
rise up, revolt and bring
down the tyrant. Viva la
Ant Revolution.
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