A Pray For Trump
Father the world is going insane
There is a mad man running about
He loves to talk and shout
I wonder if he knows what he's talking about
He reminds me of a man whose always drunk
I think you may know him his name is Trump
He wears a frown and is a grump
I think his heart is like the inside of an empty trunk
Hollow, spacious, scary and dark
I wonder if he is made from steal and black coal
I know he is old but there is no need for him to be cold
After all he has an empire of riches and gold
Dear God does he know, that you are the one
That rules this world.
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