Thay ar waytin 4 the MessyLiar hoo wil bild the 3rdTrumple.
Then thay wil kil the fat ted HolyCow & croun the MessyLiar, King of the DirtySods.
This Profesee cums to u, chan neld drect from The Greyt DollarZeBub,
hoo sitz at the hoovs ov his sel estial Lowness, Spat-in the Loo-sea-fire. (Ah-Men).
& Low, it kaim 2 parse that a coyn woz struk & soiled on Eeebay 2 the goi.
Thay flokt 2 per chase it in rev err ens.
Enuf reel gold pyld hy 2 pae 4 the ton nell be neef the old mosk
& Low, the erf did swa lo it hol.
A mytee wale woz erd ak ross the whirled.
As the crims spun ther tail. "An akt ov Gawd" the pun dits sayed in evry faik nuse papar.
Kwik as a flesh, the JCBs rold in & a warl erect shun woz maid.
No site seen, no werd was herd 4 daze.
The nate ivs wer dis trest.
Rox & box, nales & timba, see ment in trux kaim ak ross the see.
Eech nayshon maid an offring, sew the bill ding was kwikli kree ated.
Supa soul dyers armd & wyrd paste 4 day & nite.
Un tyl the eddy fiss rose bigly & shynibryt.
"Wot ken wee du" the nate ivs kride an beet hedz agenst the warl.
Sew, the soul dyers pep purd em wiv led an fier an gaz.
Twaz a grew sum site as blud field the drayns.
The wimin wayld, the skeye felin & rein mixt wiv the tiers.
Butt nuff in stopt the werkin men & the warl woz even chewly rem oovd.
Awl cud sea the Trumple loomin & reechin the stry ped kem trayld fur ma ment.
The HoliCow hol lerd itz feer, butt the nife woz nize & shh arp.
It flasht so kwik the croud gaspt & the Red Heffa woz deded.
The serry moni to croun the King ov the DirtySods was kwite an ex trava ganza.
The DirtySods conveend in deezine err cloves.
The goi wer lokt owt syde.
Cam er as clikt, fla shez flasht & the pozers wer dee vine.
Live streems crost awl the whirled & goi wer awd & con sernd.
Sum praid 2 Gawd 2 prezerv the plaice. Uvas won ted it 2 fayle & fawl.
The Croun gleemd gold & the feest com menst.
The whirled held itz bref.
A sens ov dooom & dier ness putt herrs on endz & silenss raind supreem.
A role of fun der in bleek blak clowds woz shat turd bi a lite.....
It sheerd thru the kume ulass & blyne ded the DirtySods butt the goi cud see reel well.
The Trumple rokt & rold un teel ther woz nowt butt duh stee heeps wear wunz had bin a mownt.....
Gone wer awl the dreemz ov pow err.
Not a grown cud be herd in that fine awl fate full ower.
The Profesee endefz ere.
IMAGE CREDITS:
Coin: http://www.outlaw-effects.com/store/the-arsenal/specialities/the-lucifer-coin.html
Fantasy Temple: https://www.deviantart.com/verbalhologram33/art/The-Sun-Temple-190346149
God in the Mist of a Storm: https://www.crossmap.com/blogs/charles-stanley-god-in-the-mist-of-the-storm.html
Calm After Storm: https://ethicalboardroom.com/the-calm-after-the-storm/
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Wow Frances, and why not I ask ya? Now, I think if we all started communicating this way...hmmmm do you think algorithms would ever catch up?
Love your work ❤️ Best, Marta
Nicely written 🤪 but just could not get through it. By the time I figured out a sentence I forgot what the story was. Do you happen to have the original manuscript from whence this translation came?