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The Four Horsemen |
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SiR3N Junior Member
since 2007-03-07
Posts 16Pennsylvania |
Incase you didnt know, the four horsemen of the apocalypse are Famine, Pestilence, Destruction, and Death. Salted rivers emerge, fed from cries, all unheard Raisin'd bodies weep, bare breadbaskets, all ubsurd Prayers to the messiah, ask for wine and samon and rivers elevate, through tears released from famine Abysmal hate reels, with encountered absurdity Casted sullen clouds smother, disguising unity Coinciding ideals, disease binded, reminisce hopeful contenance Id driven illness, blooms relentless brutality, spreading pestilence Vicious words erode, representing termites, mauling without rein Innocent minds decay, rehearsing harrasments, inserted in the brain. Suicide assailed thought, cohearsed down a plank, drowns in corruption Afloat in loathe, and torpid will, bobs towards destruction. Evaporating life, drained of emotion, not quite over, but getting steeper As darkness approaches, hope turns grim, as one nears the Reaper Time spiraled down, and the body turns colder, and in the last breath Denial ceases, realizing the inevitable, as life fades to death |
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