Pic Elena Caldera
The devil adores the new US president.
In love and in hell, he has made a sanctuary dedicated
To Trump, bedecked with pitch black flowers
And rancid lemon-sulphur candles.
Around this, the souls of the damned dance
In stumped adoration, like hungry flies feeding
On a steaming fresh pile of rich dung.
Child Demons brandish a Donald President-Pumpkin
Around on Hell’s Halloween as an example of
Absolute evil; an evil of thick brambles and thorns
At the heart of a meal. With his blood orange face
Pleasured within a burning coal frame, Trump, praised by Satan
Has re-ignited Hell’s flame. In the kingdom of darkness to come,
He is their bright religion: Trumpism, the cult
Of continuing evil, made from virgins, condoms,
Inflatable dolls and Viagra, each of them proffered
By the “carrot deities.”
Around this portrait, they jump, all of the evil goblins,
In treacherous leaps, which are violent,
Swathed in dark clouds of sin.
They laugh and enjoy every act of destruction
Celebrating Sheol with blood-bestial orgies, in thick urine rivers
In honor of Donald Trump, the false idol of all who are cursed.
Trump is Lucifer’s dream, which makes him a perverse
Form of angel, whose enveloping night also loves him,
Placing the US president’s photograph in hell’s pride of place.
The frame here is made of raven smoke and slick vapour,
That crawls, fluctuating like the darkened serpent of sin.
Trump’s oil and tar filters into each heart, cancering the world
And its people. It rattles the tooth of corruption and clogs
The artery of the good.
President Trump is divine in the malignant faith he espouses,
His devastations continue through his Mephistophelean sacrifice.
He will recreate hell on earth and paint darkness forever
Like a lump of tar, or an oil spill, whose putrid filth
Stains us all. He will mine and inject with a lethal dark
Satan’s fetish: a horrific clown, with straw hair
And the demonic look of a pumpkin,
Who will lead a dance in his honour to crush the poor
And the damned on this earth.
He has already begun.
The celebration has started.
We must all pay attention.
This was a world of love
Text by ELENA CALDERA
retranslated and adapted by DAVID ERDOS