I don't like feeling hate
And I will not allow another
That power over me
To cause me to feel such hatred
At least, for a prolonged amount
Of time
Yet, for this moment, I feel
Hatred
A rottenness in my belly
Forty-five
I steel against his lies
And the division he spews
His life motto is
If you bellow a lie often enough
People will believe it
He squawks and shrills
Refusing accountability
Exposing his own guilt
I wonder if he feels
At all
I wonder if his constant chaos is an effort
To feel
I doubt the man has an inkling of humility
In his soul
This week he tweeted,
"...I have already MADE America Great Again..."
I thought of Proverbs, Chapter 16
"Pride goeth before destruction"
I thought of Lucifer's "I wills"
In Isaiah, Chapter 14
Lucifer fell
Yet he retained great power
Trump just needs to fall
And cease
I pray Trump's pride is his demise
But instead of retaining any power
May he melt away
Without recognition
