The Four Horses Of The Apocalypse

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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My second youngest child today, said look, look at the clouds Dad, don't the clouds look cartoonish So I looked and thought no, but they do look Like the four horses of the apocalypse I'll have to google them to see what it means. So we have our white, red, black, and pale horses. These four symbolizing conquests, [1] War, [2] Famine, [3] and Death And as I thought it's all to do with the Last Judgment And can be interpreted as Christ himself. Like Commodus are we, degenerating into our own selfish habits. And all might lead to some divine apocalypse But surely 'plagues' 'pestilences aren't divine Sure, these are just the rambling of my weary mind But let's examine what these harbingers bring. Could it, in fact, be a forerunner of something? After that, I visit my daughter who's had a child And has suffered a postnatal psychosis She's been taken to a mother& baby unit, now two months Nothing in my life is going right; it's all going to hell There are forces in a man's life, want to drain his well. A man seeing his daughter delusional, talking about god Another child jailed, and another wanting to change, Change gender and another not on speaking terms It all makes you wonder what it's about: What's it all coming to like an avalanche rolling downhill?

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