The Four Horses Of The Apocalypse
"And I saw one as a lamb
Opening the seven seals,
With a voice as thunder peals
Over the tempestuous skies!
Four horsemen riding against the stormy wind,
Galloping to war amid thunder and lightening,
Horses with fire in their eyes and nostrils flaring,
Snorting and neighing the battle to win.
A majestic white horse took on the lead,
And the rider was a mighty King,
A crown of glory was placed upon his head
Arrayed in white garments and a bow in his hand.
From a battlefield emerged a fiery red horse,
And the rider was given the power
To make war with a great sword,
And cause men to slay one another.
A black horse arose galloping from the pit of darkness,
And the rider held a pair of scales in his hand
To measure a quart of wheat and barley for a day's wages
But hurt not the oil and the wine, was the command.
Spewed from the grave, a pale horse lunged forth,
And the rider was the bones of death;
Hell followed after him, killing with the sword,
With hunger and with the wild beasts of Earth.
I saw the faithful souls of the slain,
Crying under the altar, blood stained,
Crying with a loud voice, not in vain,
How long, O Lord, till we’re vindicated?
A white horse appeared from the east amid thunder and lightening,
And the rider who sat upon him was the mighty King,
With a sharp sickle in his hand, a day of reckoning,
Evil would not prevail against the King of Kings!"
Written by Victor Hugo Osorio
(Based on Revelations 6:1-11; 19:11-16)
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All things serve the Beam.
Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.
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