Armageddon's tool. Poetic prophesy fool. Samurai of words.
Synchronicity
It's eleven eleven
Eleven times two
Hope springs a turtle
Sitting on his post each day
Trying to get down
He's free as a bird
A two tiered justice system
That's what I call it
He's part of the end
A narcissistic loser
Followers beware!
Cult like supporters
That want the best dictator
Always vote for Trump
They're delusional
How stupid they must all be
These are his voters
We're all tired of Trump
He needs to be in prison
Decked out in Orange
Trump likes to complain
They are all out to get him
He's done nothing wrong
Eric has his say
I guess they party all day
Nothing to see here
Don Junior tells all
At least what he remembers
That's not good enough
Who knows the future?
Prophesy does not say when
No one knows the time