Trump, I have always placed you on the highest pedestal
But you must know there is an unavoidable, involuntary, hasty dismissal
of that castle that is mined to exploitation, by the hangman’s bustle
This sordid executioner who slays my protagonists with his manipulative whistle
How can my magic end up so sardonic, caustic, cynic and toxic?
Does that witch (PSP) have a mirror so impregnable that cracks all chastity
of a virginal God who cannot avoid this sodomy by the adversary and monstrosity
The honour that I bestow on you, Trump, is thus only subject to a wasteland of tragedy
Everyone can see that treachery is only prompted by its own convenience and survival
And my truth, if spoken, can only present the enemy with opportunity to overhaul
the bastions I have so painstakingly constructed with just a blink of his eye of deceit
So, forgive me Trump if my sworn loyalty to you only causes you your defeat!
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