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i have seen death within my dreams

his face is ghostly white

and he is of extensive means

he rides a horse of purest black

frothing at the mouth

it carries him to hell and back

war and famine by his side

and pestilence is never

very far behind

i know this is the end

my forests will all burn

the seas will boil over

to ash the air will turn

panic and death will grip

the people of the earth

but they’ve brought this upon themselves

and what was it all worth?

the price of violence, of greed, and of deceit?

the weight of all this suffering, of never finding peace?

and these four horsemen

who bring about such ills

shall drink the blood of innocence

and not a drop shall spill

i am the mother of fallen angels

my children spoken of

in fifty thousand fables

i am the mother of weeping strangers

abandoned by the world

in fear of silent danger

i am the mother of the faithless

i watch my children fall

to those who are nameless

and they will watch this planet burn

and we will get what we deserve