How Trump is a Whisker Away From the Presidency

He’s a whisker away, just a breath from power, Trump’s fueled by billions in the darkest hour.

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Trump’s a man with a rap sheet, a criminal’s hand,

Stole from the children, scammed across the land.

Embraced the dictators, turned away from the light,

But somehow Trump’s back, just ready to fight.

How did it happen? How did we fall?

Trump’s so corrupt, yet he’s standing tall.

Dark money’s flowing, the billionaires’ game,

And now we’re caught in this deadly flame.