I had a vision.
It was detailed to precision.
The borders were weak it was an administrative decision.
The men in turbans spilled the poison.
The water became poison.
Attacking only the white man’s Y chromosome,
All the men in America died from the poison.
There were some.
Women and children,
That became concubines for the villain.
All women thirty and over were slaughtered.
I waded through waves of heavy thick bloody conquered.
Water,
There were no sons, only daughters.
Offered and ordered,
As sex slaves,
They were eight and older in my vision.
And the president handed the key of America over to the villain.
And there came thousands upon thousands of African Soldiers.
That beheaded unbelievers for closure.
This was all in my vision.