The Horsemen

We stand so proud in a world gone mad;
a pathetic little people who look so sad.
We’ve left so little for our children’s share;
and then we try to tell them we actually care.
We’ve plundered the earth and still want more;
we’ve torn down forests and we’ve opened the door
to plagues and illness’ we’ve never known;
we can close the gate but the horses have flown.
With the Horses of the Apocalypse running free;
as they rage through the lands what will the future be?
Buckle down folks for the ride of your life;
where plagues and death become a thing rife.
Where survival is all and death’s always there;
the heart of humanity’s about to be stripped bare.
will we rise to the moment or sink like a stone;
let’s see if our Spirits have really grown.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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