Donald Trump’s win is something extraordinary, something divine.
It’s extraordinary in its idiocy, and as divine as any punishment gets.
It makes me furious; it makes me mad.
It makes me wish that I were evil and bad.
Evil enough to not really care, bad enough to hate somebody.
Cause today is not for the faint and good of heart.
Today’s the day for the evil and cruel.
Today’s the day that fascism lurks and rules.
Today’s the day for the hurtful, the wicked.
Those who laugh while a human life is lost, laughing while they are in pain.
They’re laughing because they are cruel, and today’s the day that they rule.
Today’s the day that humanity ends, with the earth hurting and wounded.
Today’s the day that mothers, in pain and on the verge of death, wanting to get an abortion,
die as the wicked watch and drool.
They drool because to them, pain is the sweetest thing they could ever taste.
Pain is their holiness; pain is their god.
In public, they swear their allegiance to Christ, while in private, they curse his ideals.
They grin as they eat their meal.
Their meal consisting of money, power, and especially misery.
Those are the three gods they truly serve.
They do not serve Christ; they do not serve God.
They serve all that are wicked, and they serve all that are wicked alone.
But as you lose hope, as you despair, remember that the fight is not over, remember that the
fight is not lost yet.
Things becoming better is something I shall bet.
So as I go, I shall tell you to not give up hope, to not give up faith.
And with a few years left, I shall hope for a better world.