The last Trump shall sound, and we’ll all be gathered in.
But Donald is the First Trump.
When the First angel blew his Trumpet, hail and fire were mixed with blood and thrown on the earth. One-third of the earth was burned up, one-third of the trees was burned up, and all the green grass was burned up. Rev 8:7
I say we take the narrow road to the Cross.
The First Trump is not a pretty sight.