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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 your  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.
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
Rotten Dump
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 your  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.
deathlyvisage
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Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
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