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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (A Prophecy of Collapse) Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes, Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight. It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might, Casting shadows across oceans, in day and night. Its streets were paved with silence, not gold, Citizens numbed, liberty bought and sold. The media fed illusions, thick and sweet, While justice begged on Wall Street's feet. A builder rose, not from virtue, but pride, Crowned in red caps, and ignorance wide. Trump, the name, a brand not a man, Spoke not for the people, but for the plan. He whispered fear into every law, Preached nationalism with a dictator’s draw. The eagle, once soaring, began to dive, As hunger and hatred kept truth alive. The oppressed cried beneath polished flags, While wealth rolled past in armored Jags. He made of Twitter a holy decree, And mocked the truth on national TV. But prophecy dances in silence, not crowds, And thunder brews under sleeping shrouds. The land of the free became tired and torn, Its unity fractured, its myth reborn. One by one, the states will pull, Tired of dancing to Washington’s rule. Texas will murmur, then yell, “We secede!” California, tired, will plant its own seed. Civil wars, not with muskets but minds, A digital rebellion, restructured by signs. The poor, the Black, the bruised and betrayed, Will rise like waves the Empire delayed. The world shall whisper, as stars rearrange, “Once, there was America—but now things have changed.” No more illusions, no more disguise, For the bully’s mask has met its demise. From bloodied dreams and broken news, Will rise a world that no longer fears abuse. America—the empire—will collapse from within, Its tale engraved where the fall begins. And the prophets shall say in their twilight song: You ruled with power, but not for long. For every house built on sand and lies, Must one day fall… and never rise.
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