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Jan 2021
Trump,

You may believe
your ***
belongs on a
throne.

You may believe
America
is yours to
own.

But the only
place
that should ever house
yourΒ Β wretched
face

is the

H
E
L
L

you

D
E
S
C
E
N
D

to

after you
crack
and
break,

thinking about all
you
faked,

reminiscing of
Political
Lust,

shortly before

shattering to
dust





























...alone...


















­










within the confines
of a
COLD,
DARK
cell.
You are not a god because you are not worthy of worship.
Even maggots are better than you.
Eli
Written by
Eli
790
   Ian Dunn, Ayesha and kb
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