The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Shriveled fields
and hollow eyes;
Lack of meals

your spirit Dies.
I am Famine

Sickness spreads
into your homes;
Many Dead
none left alone.
I am Pestilence

Blood is spilled
across the globe;
Graves are filled
without a stone.
I am War.

Many know
my many names;
Collecting souls
is my game.
I am Death.

We ride together
none will miss;
We last forever
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

We are your Future.