Epistle by Donald Trump to the Angels

By wph

I first began in the business of selling people when I sold a strange man in Jerusalem that I did not like for thirty silver pieces. Swaths of people flocked after him down into the precipice of the market.

That was many many years ago, and now the world is slick with the oils and muds of human bodies.The trumpets are calling now - the sky is clearing. All the people I have ever sold now baptize me in the bright, glorious blood that covers the earth. They sit me, shivering, on a throne of bought people.

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17 years old

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