Don’t trust any others. We trust only Trump.
The others are liars, we trust only Trump.
Just Trump knows the truth, only Trump knows all secrets.
You can be too careful. Yes, your kindness is needless.
Beatitudes’ weakness, it’s weakness to care.
It’s weakness to give, and it’s weakness to share.

You scare us. Don’t know you. You never can tell.
We never can tell. And you better not tell.
We know of your kind. We know what we know.
We know what you are. We can tell. We just know.
So, yes, we’ve made calls. Suspicions are justified,
deserved, truly called for, supported, and qualified.

The facts and the lame have been now wholly tamed,
contained as all truths lose their shape, get reframed.
Hence, love is a weakness. It’s a cruel fate.
Unchristian to love. All true Christians now hate.