"The Angels Trumpet!"

In a time before time itself, a war was waged among the cosmos,between the divided forces of the heavenly kingdom.Two sons of the all Father,King of the Universe,would pit themselves against each other.One to defend his Father's realm,one to usurp his Father's rule,and claim the crown for his own.
The battle raged for eons,until at last ,the forces of the son,Jesus, led by the Archangel Michael,,did drive out the armies of Lucifer,the son of light,who had destroyed himself in the eyes of the realm,with overweening pride, arrogance,and lust for power.
His rebellion now crushed, his army broken,and in retreat, Lucifer now stood before final judgement of the All Father,who then cast him from the heavens,to the realm of Midgard,where mortals dwell.There he would have his reign,his rule,below the earth,in the dark Stygian depths of Hades itself,with his crushed army,now the demons who would serve his sinister purpose,in the fiery bowels of the earth,for all eternity.
And,as for the other Son, he who had sat at his Father's right hand,he too,would be cast out ,for though he stood in great favor in his Father's eyes,for his righteous virtue that was his mantle, he was also found lacking in the humility that must walk hand in hand, with all power.
And so,for the sin of waging reckless arrogant battle in the realm against his own brother,he was cast down,like his brother, to the earth as well, but not to dwell in the dark depths,but to cast off Godly rainment,and Heavenly pride,and to dwell among the mortals ,made in the Father's image.To dwell among them,as a man himself,,to bestride humanity, part man,part god,to live ,work,and bring the message of truth ,that would save all mankind,from the All Father's still unabated wrath.He would heal the sick,the crippled,raise the dead,feed the hungry,cast out demons,give sight,to the blind,all while spreading a message of peace,love,and the brotherhood of man,amongst an occupied land,that was gripped in violence,tyranny,and despair.
And,in the end,he would lay down his own mortal life,to save mankind from its sins, to save mankind from his Father's judgement, to save mankind,from itself.
And in his final days before facing his cross of crucifixion,he left his followers with a final request.To love one another,as he had loved them,and a reminder that the greatest gift a man can give,is to lay down his life for another. And,in his final moments on his cross of ultimate sacrifice,the heavens did split the earth asunder,and the voice of his Father rang clear,"This is my beloved son,in whom I am well pleased."
So it was written,
So it was done,
And man,created in the Father's image, would be the better for it.
So be it.
And now,today,on this earthly realm,another Son of the Father ,a mortal son,created amongst other men,in the image of the gods themselves,
A man of wealth,a man of privilege, a man of power,but a man of mortal pride and arrogance as well.
A man possesed of many virtuous qualities,yet mixed with that fatal flaw the ancient Greeks called Hubris, a flaw that had brought down many demi-gods, many heroes,as quickly as their  prowess had lifted them to greatness.
A man who,like the sons of the heavenly realm, would also be cast out,to work his Father's will.
He too, would first wage a battle ,but his would be against the earthly forces of the Democrat Party,that sought to usurp the power of We the People,of this Free Republic,and claim it for Marxist tyranny and eternal despair,the masses ruled over by a liberal elite,that would ,with one election,secure their power base forever, and assure that their boot heel remain on mankind's neck forever.
This Son of Man called Trump, would do battle to stop this, a savage battle twixt both Republican and Democrat alike,and,in the end, drove out the Democrat forces led by their Champions,Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama, and reducing their armies to a permanent political minority.Their power and control  broken by  the spirit of truth ,the spirit of conservatism,with power personified,in this singular force of nature,called Trump. The Democrats would be cast out,as were the heavenly armies of  Lucifer were,
But,in the end,so too would the man called Trump be cast out as well,by heavenly decree,and would ,in the wake of furious battle, glorious victory, willingly cast off all god-like rainment,cast off pride, cast off ego,cast off bravado, cast off bluster, cast off childish temper, cast off vast wealth ,cast off reckless vanity,
Strip himself bare,of all mortal trappings,and  take up his cross. Crucified by enemies, but also self crucified willingly,
To save the Shining City  by his sacrifice,to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune,and,by opposing,end them.
And,once ended, after much pomp and ritual ceremony,he would stand on that dais, hand upon the Lincoln Bible,stripped of all his mortal vanities, stripped bare, self crucified willingly,
Giving that Greatest Gift,
To lay down one's life,for another.
This man,Trump,wouldst stand  there before the gathering Washington throng,and with his predecessors gathered around him,
Would now return the power,
The wealth,
The prestige,
The glory of this land,
This Free Republic,
To where it must always be,
The Hands of We the People,
At this ,the Inauguration of the 45th President of the United States.
And,as for the deposed armies of Democrat power,now cast down from their glory,by their own pride and arrogance,which they will never abandon,
Their angst ,their anger,will always be reflected in the words of Milton's Lucifer,who was also cast from the light, and condemned to eternal darkness.
"Better to rule in Hell,than to serve in Heaven."
So Be It.
Lucifer is,no doubt,a member of the Democrat Party, and,no doubt,joined them in the wilderness of riot and anarchy on Inauguration Day,
Choosing to rule the Stygian depths,rather than serve the will of We the People.
And,all the while, the siren song  of Noble Herald,Jackie Evancho, wouldst ring out true,like an Angel's Trumpet, across Washington Square,
Proclaiming the coming glory.