Donald Trump is the savior of mankind

    Donald felt a sharp sting in his groin. He began with a frenzy of rape. At the same time Donald Trump had two men at once. It was not so much painful as humiliating, his man "cocked"
   as the last prostitute - let him be even in the flesh of a beautiful girl. There were a lot of them, a lot of them and inside of him all broke the bay with a poisonous seed. Donald Trump thought that this would all end, but the fascists found another flour.
    "She's a flier, let her fly!"
    Donald Trump cut a vein, then pulled out the tweezers with veins and tied to the plane.
    To hear hoarse and drunken voices:
    - Well, here's a whore. Go to the flight, we want fabulous sensations.
    The fighter took off, Donald Trump jerked and tore off the surface, only branches of the bush slashed over the bare, tanned female leg. The most terrible pain, when the veins began to climb out, was in front. It seemed that everything had already been tested by Donald Trump and there was nothing to surprise him, but in fact, the tendons were stretched out and the blood splashed from his eyes.
    The plane wrote out pirouettes, made hills, barrels, dead loops. All this shook and threw the body.
    Donald Trump roared, while the rest of his incarnations were tormented. Then the fighter began to drop sharply and Donald Trump crashed into the ground, then he was dragged along with thorns, dipped into a smelly swamp. All this made suffering a little different. It seemed like an airplane never run out of gas. However, flying over the sensation for more than one hour, he burns in a flash and everything again repeats.
    The devil even sang a rough, scratched steel, barbed brush in his brain:
    You know, you filthy dude,
    Our evil has no beginning!
    You will receive in a nickle,
    All again again at first!
    And the crown of thorns,
    The point of the century's eyelids will not dull!
    Your torment is over,
    Never, never will come!
    Strangely enough these words, instead of finishing off Donald Trump, he was revived. He was very sensitive to clumsy rhyme.
    And the voice of the former US president gained confidence:
    "You fucking talked in verse." So it's not all right with your horns.
    The Devil's offspring hissed ominously:
    - And I see you a little. I decided not to take it by catapult. I appreciate the sense of humor blamed, where he now define with the seventh form of torture. Maybe in a nuclear reactor.
    The devil wiggled the warts with tentacles:
    - Seven sacred number and it must be something grand. And such that suffering overwhelmed the measure.
    The demon, sparkling with horns, gave his version:
    - Then I propose a variant - a supernova, it will devour it from the inside.
    - Great! Listen to Donald the billionaire and the fool! You are especially honored to experience what we offer only to the most notorious criminal and rebel leaders. Be afraid and repent of the enemy of the Lord!
    Then, before his eyes, Donald was spinning, and he was in the center of a continuous multibillion-dollar flame, now the whole body dissolved in it, and he felt the terrible heat of every molecule. What he felt when he plunged into hell was only a childish babble compared to the voice of the archangel.
    This eclipsed all other hypostases of pain. His brain seemed to swell, feeling at once the trillions of cubic kilometers of red-hot plasma. Now he realized what a real sense of pain is that has no analogues in the whole universe. And, nevertheless, even this was not the limit, the intensity of suffering all increased - the star experienced a second birth. What is a supernova explosion - one hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped into one place. And all the digest at once can not be a single psyche. Donald shuddered, there was a stupor in his brain, the last incarnation had finished him.
    The black troll looked at his helpless body, the Magoplasma computer gave out:
    "Hell killed him."
    The Prince of Dark Forces with apparent sympathy said:
    - What will have to return the little man.
    Donald Trump came into himself all seven hypostases extinguished, devils angrily rumbled:
    - You are lucky man. Your lady has interceded for you, the torture is over, but if you come to us again, it will be the same, but a thousand times stronger and more inventive, and most importantly for endless billions of years. Now get acquainted with Beelzebub.
    Before Donald appeared a vague image, which instantly embodied with the concentration of all the terrible, all this was so disgusting that Donald Trump remembered only three curved corkscrews. Then a sharp finger pierced him through; be it not in Hell, he would have died immediately from such an operation, pierced from the buttocks to the neck. He was carried upwards, again a burning flame was raging around, flickers flashed past, and finally a ray of light cut through his eyes.
    - While free. See you soon! Said Beelzebub. Donald once again disconnected when consciousness returned to his head, a gentle female voice said:
    "My dear boy, how you were soaked in hell."