God did send his hosts on high
to seal the gates of heaven
And cast again to the depths of hell
the Anti-Christ and seven.
Clouds that slowly pick up speed
And pace a rabid kicking steed
To gallop over thunder’s light
And evil clouds that rule the
night
Play with souls of withered beasts
Whose ribs now usher in the
feast,
Whose fiery breath from nostrils
wide
Scorch the air where creatures
hide.
Eyes that blaze as yellow sun
Sing the horsemen have begun
The ride foretold as destiny
To scourge the earth and all the
sea.
The horsemen of the apocalypse
Whose flaming swords will tear
and rip
At the souls of mortal men,
This time they shall bring in
the end.
Armor dark as pitch of night
On a horse of black delight
Rides a balance cause of thee,
To starve the people by degree.
Famine’s wretched head must rise
With deadly poison on his scythe
And sweep an arc here to cause
For children’s beasts decry the
loss.
A horse of red
And fear and dread
Did follow all the while
Whose rider’s sword
Swept and roared
And sang a song defiled.
War he be
From boiling sea
To ride and spread
his fame.
War he be
From boiling sea
To certain Satin’s
reign.
Wile war may savor
Slow the flavor
Of souls in misery
But all the while,
As Crocodile’s,
The tears he shed were free
“Where is my Lord?”
The vanquished roared
Though villains of the night.
“Where is my Lord
With flaming sword
To save us from this plight?”
But only terror came to last
And those who found that in the past
They had deceived the Lord, His son,
Again implored Him please to come.
True to his word the God of all
Has left his henchmen come to call
And closed his heart to false remorse
And let the horsemen take their course.
Those who died a starving death
With hanging, weakened , rotting flesh
And those who died in wars un-won
And knew not why they had begun,
Now were, better by degrees
To miss the bringer of disease.
Hooves that pound
The hollow ground
And face as pale as ice,
Ride with care
In hope to share
The human crying price.
Death, the final truth of all
Has come in
answer to the call
And shall
stand beside his master
To serve up
souls all the faster.
On top of all the
Anti-Christ
will
gaze at his domain
And smile
through lips of dripping blood
with
heart and mind insane.
His handy
work of Demon’s deeds,
of
death and sickened pain
Will fall
upon the hearts of man
as
boiling acid rain.
The reddened sun
will ooze it’s blood
into
the sea of death
And set
behind a tortured earth
where
none would ere be left.
The ocean’s
waves at rest on beaches
soaked in blood and gall
Whispered
now, my God, my God,
why
did we do it all?
~Robert E Browne~
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