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Friday, 12 July 2013

Four horsemen of the Apocalypse

Blasting Earth with scorching breath,
acid rain falls from smoldering clouds,
Beaten and lacerated with toxic skin,
running and screaming are the crowds

Suns of deep crimson, gales of ice,
Ripping our flesh, bewildering minds.
Hair melting into molten mass,
Eyeballs singeing, going blind.

The alluring stench of death,
is floating aimlessly in the air.
Not a single living thing is left,
disfigured corpses are everywhere.

Four horsemen of the Apocalypse,
War, Famine, Pestilence and Death.
Are on the last hillside preparing,
to watch mankind take its final breath.

Written Nov 07
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