Horsemen Of the Apocalypse
Narrator: SmokaJoka
Antichrist: Illus'Artis
War: L.I
Famine: Laureate
Death: Nib Oswald
In the book of age...comes the apocalyptic haven
In the scriptures of The Book....chapter six - revelations
Translations of the Horsemen have been studied for centuries..
The antichrist, war, famine, and finally...death and misery..
The skies become darker by the day as lightning toreOriginally Posted by King James Paraphrase
The sky, as the first rider approached the world...on a white horse
Antichrist:
Since Ancient Of Days-
Dreams prophecies unveiling biblical scenes from heavenly to earthly beings
Revelation giving heed about the wrath of the king of kings.
No man knows the time or hour when the thief in the night proceeds
To snatch his people with silence and speed. The left behind in dis-belief
Conceive this event an unknown catastrophe. Events in the heavens
An Angel voice stretches, who is worthy to open the scroll of the seven ?
Debated or questioned, finally the Lion of Judah root of David
Everyone awaited has revealed only he can take the seal and break it,
Because of his blood and sacrifice, then after the tribulation takes flight.
A white horseman on plight believe to be the antichrist, ready to strike.
With deceiving power, to the earth ..he comes with a crown and bow.
This spirit causes a crucial blow, he's a cunning foe so no need for arrows.
Worshipped as a Pharaoh, very clever his choice of weapon
His high tech deception and he'll come for the right hand or forehead.
Deny your dead off with the head, nor remorse from this horseman.
Is this the end, wars rumors of wars starts to sour .......
Earth...divided and conquered...thunder rolls even moreOriginally Posted by King James Paraphrase
The second rider...on a blood red horse falls from the sky...for war
War:
The sparks of betrayal trigger militant conflict
The bombs sent spark anger inside the convicts
A seize to peace as all the good luck’s deceived
These evil deeds make each man forced to bleed
My horse proceeds through this vast field ahead
It reaps of red. No vacancy signs hover death beds
Their future misled. The mask shields their chances
A devils dance in battle only leads to failed finance
I brace my dagger to the dirt in the thick of bloodshed
Neither side giving in. It escalates far above threats
This storm will hit markets. Alert all social classes
No longer the success of democratics or fascists
Unity has lost existence. Civil disputes disperse
The enemy is not always foreign. Homeland fleets disperse
Chaos and destruction. Put an end to reproduction
The human conclusion has began its main combustion
Rain falls...mud scatters the Earth...betrayal and war are activeOriginally Posted by King James Paraphrase
A black horse into the night....his shadow glows in lightning static
Famine:
And here I ride proudly on this shadow of death
To finish what’s left from the horseman in red
War torn countries are only beauty to me
As I ravage and plunder, killing the hungry
Watch food prices sore, whilst you sink to the depths
The connection lengthens, with each dying breath
Scarcity of food, higher prices, and famine for all
Represented by the scale, I balance on my palm
Necessities hidden, but luxuries readily given
To those who can afford to pass up poor livin
I feed off the weak, so this is a real feast
A buffet of bodies dipped in a side of disease
Starvation at its peak, even killing cattle and horses
I pick off the living, like flies on rotting corpses
My job never finished, my goals never achieved
Don’t fight you can’t win it, with an army of deceased
Earth cracked..the skies turn blood red all the Horsemen are here..Originally Posted by King James Paraphrase
Hunger spreads..animals dead..the world's economy severe..
Rain flooding....lightning turns dark blue and nothing's left..
A Pale horse sweeping flames under each gallop...bringing death
Death:
Pigmented ism drips historical predictions envisioned
Patristic Christian id twisted into split schisms of fiction
As cynicism strips conviction away fragment by figment
A metaphysical figure emerges from this enigma
The horrifying fourth horseman, a frosty morbid raw aura
Eyes cauterise sky horizons, two scorching orbs of pure horror
Caustic flumes ooze from two nostrils gargling noxious blue toxins
Guttural lung suction rasps fumes, hot blotches of cruor clotting
Gasping exhumed gospel perfumes and fossils of doomsday prophets
Epiglottal bloodflow flooding to form warm scarlet concoctions
The holy holocaust martyr, carcass Lord of the downtrodden
Rotten corpses form my army, fallen clocks now lay forgotten
All kneel and hail the Pale Rider, caked in rank flesh and dank veiling
Exhale as your pain goes silent, taste the tang of stale breath failing
A sonic boom of Twin Towers, gloomy clouds howl with dark showers
Flowers plucked out of wombs consumed by Death’s stark hour of power
Grey spectrums fade to shades of black, ravens peck decaying wreckage
The wheel hath now come full circle, your burning grave bays and beckons
Lithe phantom hands clasp the scabbard, divine scythe of primal grandeur
Brandishing bright white light to shine life's fathomless final answer
Originally Posted by Interpretations
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