The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse
The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse
Conquest
Taken, sought, eyed upon
Looted fathoms gazed in sun
Empire made and empire bought
Eyed upon, taken, sought
Famine
Barren, bleak, inhospitable
Nothing left, once had it all
Bleak and worn, vultures call
Barren, bleak, inhospitable
War
Conflict, convoys to destroy
Everlasting, no tears of joy
Answers, simple, brute and force
A blood fueled intercourse
Death
Final, gone, fact of life
Pale horse, razor scythe
Demise, deceased, decay
Memories of one past away
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