Upon the surface of the waves
lurks darkness.

Chaos lives within the oceans eyes,
under tow it pulls and tugs on
the devil's leg, biting kicking
scratching, his way is damage strife
and weakness.

He's lurking within the sin of
many a man and women.

The devil doesn't sit unless invited,
Donald Trump got a mirror and sat
in front of it and called himself
the devil's friend.

He's the devil's reflection, and
there has been many more before
him.

The devil told his victims, don't be
frightened I've come to save you.

I asked him, what do I have to fear
but fear itself Satan?
I don't trust someone that brings
rumors of fear but shows no
evidence of something to fear.
The devil knows nothing but lies,
his mouth is always gapping wide
with flies coming out.

There's no silence for the wicked
but he does silence the victim.

Rambling gambling,
ready for the role,
dicy micy he's chopping the block
with his wicked breath.
Now throw the dice!
For the devil is a gambling man,
he likes the chaos of random chance
and a long grift into flooding poverty.

He'll steal your sanity and replace it
with fear and hate. His lies fester
and fume, eating away at life's core
leaving emptiness where love was
born.

Donald Trump is the devil's reflection,
he loves the devil's salad
the foot lettuce is his favorite
with toe jam dressing.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton