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THE FOURTH HORSEMAN

I did not recognise him at first
as he galloped across the fields
of all nations, amongst the thunder
and circumstance of war.
But then he turned his face
and the full fury of the light
from his eyes fell down upon all life.
There was no glory in it nor the
rotten stench of battles of old.
There is a new detrius now upon
the skin of earth. Strange shambles
humming in unheard sound and decay
and calling for mercy and an end to
it to the fartherest place of the
stars.
Yes I knew him then as he turned the
awfulness of his rotten face upon mankind.
It was he the greatest jester of them all.
The shape shifter of light and substance.

The fourth horseman had finally come
as it was written and foretold in the
womb place of the cosmos.

John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR

 

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