A poem about the horsemen of the apocalypse.
Four Unholy Halo’s
Released from imprisonment
We come as human punishment
The end of days is no illusion
As we ride to fulfill our vision
The symphony quickly becomes a dirge
As hell and earth steadily begin to merge
War consumes their nations
And laughs at their retaliation
Reminder of hunger fills their heads
As Famine gets rid of all of their daily bread
Humanity is doomed to extinction
As my brothers damn their existence
Judgment in sickness spreads
When Pestilence forces them to cough out red
Infecting the final days of humanity
Listening to the prayers of Christianity
Riding on a pale stallion
My one and true minion
Striking fear in all of those in my presence
Death is the pathway to eternal guidance
Four unholy halo’s came
And on this Earth we remained
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