Bibi's merited hatred towards taxmen final 7

"Taxmen could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be taxmen anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her bare elf ears. "I HATE TAXMEN" she thought. Democracy The God That Failed reverberated her entire car, making it pulsate even as the 9 dollar mana potion circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her merited fear of taxmen after dark. "With a caravan, you can go anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud. Veins alight, night's embrace, a dark elf in the urban race, Mana's gift in my core, through the city, I soar. "Taxmen can't catch what they can't see," whispering shadows, I'm free, Caravan, my stealthy steed, in this world, I plant my creed. Dark elf in the night, slipping past without a fight, Mana charged, my veins ignite, in the shadows, I'm a sight. "Taxmen lurk, but they fear, the unknown, when I'm near," Freedom's song, loud and clear, in my heart, I hold it dear. Taxmen in the UNDERDARK better watch their rear. For their revenue might just disappear.