Boom, now draped in a tattered robe embroidered with ADM logos, solemnly paints Trump’s face red with ox blood, muttering, “The unseen hand guides history; Caesar shattered the $y$tem and the swamp weeps.” He raises a gilded ADM coin as if invoking divine favor, before proclaiming: “From ADM to D.C.—the swamp’s reckoning begins.”

[The Triumph of Caesar Trump]

Soon after, Trump enters Washington in a gilded chariot pulled by four horses, wearing a laurel crown. Leading the procession are two massive elephants, draped in red-and-gold banners emblazoned with TRUMP 2024 and STOP THE STEAL. The beasts stomp through the city, their sheer size and power mesmerizing the crowd, a nod to the grandeur of Pompey’s triumph.

Pence, barefoot and haggard in a tattered MAGA tunic, struggles to balance the golden wreath above Trump’s head. Between gritted teeth, Pence whispers, “Remember, my lord, you’re only mortal.” Trump smirks and mutters, “Wrong. Immortal. Very immortal. LJL.”

The wreath glints in the sunlight, a radiant emblem of ultimate triumph—over political enemies, and the swamp itself.

The crowd gazes in awe, repeatedly chanting, “TRUMP! TRUMP! TRUMP!” as the figure moves along with the chariot, casting its divine shadow over Trump.

Trump approaches the U.S. Capitol in his chariot, draped in a flowing purple toga embroidered with golden eagles—symbols of imperial power and divinity.

His outfit screams authority, signaling to all that he is not just a leader but a god-king.

Flanking him are legions of Proud Boys and Boomers, holding Art of the Deal hardcovers like sacred tablets.

[Spoils of the Swamp]

Behind Trump’s chariot, the spoils of his conquest are paraded: Romney in chains, Cheney clutching shredded subpoenas, Jeb Bush on his knees sobbing, and Lizzo dragging a cart overflowing with Hunter’s laptops and Pelosi’s freezer drawers of artisanal ice cream.

Trailing Lizzo, a procession of disgraced captives shuffles forward in chains: Adam Schiff, visibly sobbing, clutches a tattered impeachment article, while Hillary Clinton stares blankly, her pantsuit now in rags. Dr. Fauci, silenced and gagged, carries a massive model syringe labeled THE LIE. Each prisoner walks beneath banners proclaiming their public failures.

Among the throng of onlookers, Disco Fries stands with a supersized Diet Coke, murmuring, “I really like it here,” before nervously glancing away as Lizzo’s cart rumbles by.

Following all the victims, an enormous golden statue of Trump himself, inscribed with Greatest President Ever, is pulled by a team of weeping CNN anchors.

Along the route, towering placards are carried, inscribed with Trump’s triumphs: FAKE NEWS DEFEATED, BORDER WALL BEGUN, TWO SCOTUS JUSTICES APPOINTED. Enemy standards—MSNBC logos, “Build Back Better” posters, and deflated “Biden-Harris 2020” balloons—are paraded alongside shattered Dominion voting machines and confiscated electric vehicles, symbolizing the downfall of the modern opposition.

[The Divine Authority]

As Trump’s chariot reaches the Capitol steps, the crowd's chants rise to a crescendo. With deliberate grandeur, Trump stands, waving the crowd. His purple toga billows in the wind. The procession halts as Trump descends from his chariot, his every step calculated, as if each footfall further cements his divine authority.

Trump ascends the Capitol steps, each calculated step affirming his god-king status. Upon reaching his throne, a marble seat emblazoned with the Presidential Seal and gilded in gold, Trump pauses. The Capitol bell tolls, marking THE HOUR OF TRIUMPH. He sits, surveying the adoring masses, his scepter held aloft, signaling the culmination of his reign.

[The Mahchine Bows]

From the crowd’s front line, Mainlining emerges, his black robe etched with cryptic symbols. He raises a gloved hand, voice resonating with cosmic gravitas: “The Mahchine kneels before no man... but today, even it must bow!” A ripple of awe cascades through the crowd as their chant transforms: “TRUMP! MAHCHINE! TRUMP! MAHCHINE!”

Trump, seated atop his throne, casts a knowing glance toward Mainlining, offering a solemn nod of approval. The gesture is brief yet heavy with significance, an unspoken acknowledgment that even the Mahchine, the unseen architect of reality, now bends to the God-Emperor’s will.

The crowd falls momentarily silent, as if the universe itself holds its breath, reluctant to witness the Mahchine’s submission. Trump’s nod reverberates beyond the Capitol steps, signaling the final union of power and destiny. Mainlining himself acknowledges Trump’s supremacy, signaling the Mahchine’s submission.

[Judgment of Traitor Mitt "Vercingetorix" - "King Of The Gauls"]

At the foot of the Capitol steps, Romney, now rechristened Traitor Verginroixx, is dragged forward. Trump, in his booming voice, declares, “Low energy. BAD for rating$.” He strides forward, his golden scepter gleaming in the afternoon sun.

Trump raises the scepter high, basking in the crowd’s fervent adoration. The Capitol trembles with their chants. As silence falls, he leans close to Romney and whispers with godlike calm, “I alone can fix you.”

As Romney kneels, the Proud Boys and Boomers chant in unison:

"Romney begged, but sealed his fate. Low-energy loser — it’s way too late!"

The crowd roars with laughter as Trump prepares to deliver his judgment.

Trump lets the scepter fall. It strikes the ground with a resounding metallic clang, echoing through the Capitol. The moment hangs heavy. Then, with sudden force, he grips Romney’s neck and, in a single, theatrical motion, snaps it. The sound echoes as Romney’s once-patrician form crumples, a final whimper swallowed by the crowd’s deafening ecstasy.

[Sacrificing the Deep State]

At the Capitol steps, a colossal altar to American Greatness is unveiled. There, Trump symbolically sacrifices a gold-plated effigy of the Deep State, inscribed with NO COLLUSION, TOTAL EXONERATION. As the effigy is engulfed in flames, the crowd erupts once more, their chants shaking the Capitol itself, marking the swamp's ultimate defeat.

[The Coronation of Trump]

With regal poise, Trump ascends his throne. Melania, stoic and resplendent, steps forward to crown him with a laurel wreath as two golden-winged Victory figures hover behind her. From above, Tucker Carlson’s voice booms, “The Republic kneels. The age of Trump has begun.”

A choir of Fox anchors breaks into an off-key rendition of God Bless the U.S.A. The Proud Boys and Boomers launch into improvised verses, echoing through the procession:

"He owned the libs, sent tweets with flair, yet the Mahchine cries—'Not fair! Not fair!'"

Fireworks burst across the night sky, spelling out COVFEFE in blazing letters, their golden glow illuminating Trump’s laurel crown.

All hail Caesar Trump. The swamp chokes before drowning in its own bile. The Empire of MAGA rises.

[Feast of Triumph]

As embers of victory fade into the night, a new spectacle arises—a feast worthy of the God-Emperor. Tables laden with mountains of Chick-fil-A sandwiches, McDonald’s burgers, and endless supplies of Diet Coke stretch across Pennsylvania Avenue, a banquet of triumph beneath the Capitol’s watchful gaze.

[Epilogue: The Eternal Empire and Praetor Evan39]

Somewhere in the crowd, Evan39 solemnly prods a Chick-fil-A sandwich, muttering, “Yes, friend, very $ad and $ick… but on balance, the Mahchine $miles.” He raises his Diet Coke in quiet tribute, already pondering his new role as Praetor of Justice—Trump’s handpicked enforcer, the Empire’s first Eternal Attorney General.

The crowd feasts in jubilant celebration, raising toasts to their God-Emperor’s eternal reign, their cheers echoing beneath the glowing heavens. Beneath a sky still ablaze with triumph, they revel in the glory of an empire forged anew.

And so, beneath the unyielding glow of triumph, the Empire of MAGA solidifies—unyielding, immortal, and beyond the grasp of time itself.

See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GJLfHj9lfE

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630464&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5307129",#48312593)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQEdME1NtBg

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630464&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5307129",#48312677)