The Apocalypse By: Lawrence W Langman (c) He's wielded the axe of divination. Demanded was he to end all creation. Upon his steed is pale that snarls out flames. Death now rides out to concur his domains. Next a horse of white with a composite bow. As pestilence sieves disease overflows. His sights stay affixed as the suffering rages. A new day has dawned times turned the pages. A black horse rides out with a pain from inside. That's famine you feel hunger won't die. The earth will not grow no plants you can seed. For all that does try stamped out by his steed. A horse now rides out of crimson of red. He thirsts for the carnage and ravages dead. Provoking all angers in all that believes. for all that's inspired fall down to their knees. Now whom dost this claim that stand before all? It's the Horsemen of doom that now can enthrall!!