Verse 1: The Rise of the False Prophet
Trump speaks with fire, his words enthrall,
Promising peace while nations fall.
In Ukraine’s ruins and Gaza’s night,
His shadow grows, eclipsing light.
Gaza: A Paradise on Bones
Verse 2: The Demolition of Gaza
“Wipe it clean,” he declares with pride,
As bombs rain down and thousands die.
A land of rubble, a silent plea,
Buried beneath the bloodied sea.
Verse 3: A Paradise Promised
“On these bones, we’ll build anew,
A Riviera gleaming with skies so blue.
No more despair, no more fight—
A paradise born from endless night.”
Verse 4: The Cost of His Vision
But who pays the price for this grand design?
The blood of the innocent stains the divine.
Homes destroyed, lives torn apart,
A paradise built on a broken heart.
Ukraine: A Deal with the Beast
Verse 5: Withholding Aid
He halts the weapons; he halts the flow,
Leaving Ukraine to face its foe.
“Negotiate peace,” he coldly demands,
While Putin tightens his iron hands.
Verse 6: Intelligence From the Sky
He takes away the eyes in the sky,
Leaving Ukraine blind as missiles fly.
Promises return only when they comply—
A nation betrayed by a whispered lie.
Verse 7: A Ceasefire’s Illusion
“A truce for thirty days,” he boasts,
While Russia regroups along its coasts.
Territorial deals are quietly made,
As Ukraine’s sovereignty begins to fade.
Trump’s Alignment with War Criminals
Verse 8: Support for War Criminals
He stands with Putin, a butcher of men,
And Netanyahu, whose crimes have no end.
War criminals rise beneath his reign,
Their deeds unpunished; their power sustained.
The False Savior
Verse 9: Prideful Arrogance
With prideful eyes and lofty decree,
He claims dominion over land and sea.
The nations cheer; they chant his name,
Exalting him in blasphemous fame.
Verse 10: Denial of Christ’s Truth
He denies the Lamb who bore our sin,
Rejecting grace that lies within.
His gospel false; his message flawed,
Turning souls from the Son of God.
Triumph Through Destruction
Verse 11: The Bones Beneath His Dreams
In Gaza’s ashes and Ukraine’s despair,
He rules supreme; none compare.
A paradise built on graves untold—
A legacy forged in blood and gold.
Verse 12: Triumph of the Antichrist
In all his glory, he stands alone,
The world deceived by what he has shown.
Victory is his; rebellion complete—
For now, the Antichrist cannot be beat.
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