THE HALLOW MOON
THE HALLOW MOON
The Fallen Rain Drops.
From sea to mountain top, from the lake of Titicaca upon the rooftop of the world, his name will be remembered. The fighting spirit of a modern-day warrior takes no prisoners, harbors no malice, rules with a conquering spirit like the Lion of Judah, the man, Donald J. Trump, has arisen.
Might makes right, in a world of misfits, clowns, and vagabonds, emerges a dynamo full of reasoning convictions, conquering the myths, the generations of haters, the spawns of evil corruption, imprisoning minds of catastrophe, minuscule, Trump has defied and risen above the mediocrity of predictable conclusions.
What a time to be alive! Blessed are the peacemakers. Our President, Donald J. Trump, is nothing short of bombastic, a true visionary, casting a shadow that is seen around the world and is respected. America, he is ours to cherish, ours to boast, a fortified, spectacular superman.
No man is an Island, no man has lived without blemish, no man is good except the mighty God Jehovah, but God has harnessed the assent of individual champions, unleashing them in time of distress, times of wars, rumors of war, Donald J Trump fit the lone warrior qualifications, plunging Ing into the battle smoke, emerging triumphally.
Future days will time stamp his call for unity, his bold, enduring spirit, a reasoning of justification that all are born equal. Even to the farthest end of the world, sons and daughters of one God, Jehovah.
Let the hallow moon record my sentiment, let prosperity reign in this hear land of plenty, let the citizens of this United States of America, unite for the common good. As written in their constitution, now is the time to abolish the hatred. Incite project strength for you are led by a fearless leader, patronize and harmonize a United States of unwavering spirits.
The Poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis