The Grim Reaper’s Omen

Title: The Grim Reaper’s Omen

Amidst the realm of power and strife,
A fateful encounter changed the game of life,
On live TV, a psychic’s mystic show,
Trump’s destiny, the cards began to bestow.

The room grew hushed, hearts filled with dread,
As the Grim Reaper card was slowly spread,
A chilling omen, a foreboding sign,
The weight of the future on Trump’s design.

In that moment, a nation held its breath,
Could it be the whispering echoes of death?
The psychic spoke with an enigmatic tone,
Revealing secrets through symbols unknown.

The Reaper’s scythe, a symbol of fate’s decree,
And Trump now entwined in this dark tapestry,
The chosen leader dealt an unforeseen blow,
An uncertain path, only time would show.

Through the storm of uncertainty, Trump stood tall,
Defiant against the Reaper’s haunting call,
But the card’s message lingered like a ghostly mist,
Imparting a truth too hard to resist.

Will the card’s prediction come to pass,
Or shall it be shattered like shards of glass?
Only the unfolding of time will unfold,
The truth of the grim Reaper’s foretold.

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