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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