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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

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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.



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