The Four Horsemen

The Four Horsemen
The Four Horsemen ride, always through all time
Fed by our own pride, and our greed, and lies

On a white horse, a Hero to save us all
A deceiver behind a mask, preparing for our fall

On a red horse, War with joy destroys
While merchants of doom, profit from his toys

On a black horse, Famine runs its course
Starving children stare, as the rich gain more and more

On a pale horse, Death becomes the cure
Cleansing this human plague, from this fragile and mishandled Earth

The Four Horsemen ride, always through all time
Fed by our own pride, and our greed, and lies

The Four Horsemen ride, we’re with them, right beside
Created from ourselves, bringing the End of Times

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