The Pale Horse

I ran away from the battlefield Where all life was led and then killed, I looked for survivors and worshipers, there was none There was even blood upon the sun. And there sitting was Death, I could smell it upon his breath, I saw family and neighbors, life was grim And Hell, it followed with him. Power was given unto him over the fourth of the earth To kill with a sword, and with hunger, unto his mirth, And followers quickly joined his campaign With guns and knives happily they murdered, they slain. Jubilant disciples killed for no thought or reason They all believed that this was their season, Then they released the hungry beast Unto the scared and innocent they would feast. The white, the red, and the black horse already arrived For the souls that were wicked and lost and deprived, If man believes that he must not follow this course, Be aware of the rider, on the pale horse. Randy L. McClave