The 4 figures of death
Egg and Onion 2000 (...)
The trumpet of Gabriel will be blown
The apocalypse will now be born
Gabriel call the four horsemen by his trumpet
Each of them will show signs of death in casket
The first horseman, the white horse
There will be war knocking at every door
War that will shake the world
Not even a billionaire can hold
There will be killings of human and animals
Decaying bodies will become useless dolls
Bomb and rifle are all you going to hear
Every people will go on with fear
Then the second horseman arrives,
The red horse of famine
Scarcity of food will be spreading
The humans will become savager
They will eat all food served
As time pass by we will become cannibals
Were zombies eating our own kinds
Even fetuses will become a meal
If you want to survive, you kill.
Then the third horseman arrives with a flag
The black one, which deliver us plague.
All people will be in shock, fear and disgust
There will be a plague that will spread fast
Even the president will catch this by breath
All he can do is to wait for his death
There will be scratches and screaming
This plague was effortlessly killing
The humans will become a disgusting creature
And they know death was in the future.
Then the last horseman came
The pale one with his pitiful game
He will be delivering death to all humankind
Every person whose hiding, he shall find
With a second of his gaze reach upon you
You are going to die and no one would've found you
Every one in earth will perish
The humankind will forever be tarnished
Now sleep well at night and wait for them
They're the only one who can ease the flame
The three horsemen have arrived at earth
The humankind will go back to being dirt.
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Submitted by Eggonion02 on April 07, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XXAA XBXXCXXX XXDBXCXXX XXXXEEDDFF GGHHII XXXGXX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,623 |
Words | 310 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 8, 9, 10, 6, 6 |
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