Tuesday, 7 December 2010

The Riders

The riders come from the pits of Hell

No one will stop them fro coming

To leave this Earth a shattered shell

They are Death, Pestilence, War and famine

At last man kind has judgement day here

When all is left is only to be able to cry

To fall to your knees and at last face fear

The last thing left is to accept fate and die

The riders laugh at pain for they own no soul

Suffering is the only pleasure they feel

Taking the tormented souls to another low

Where every imaging terror will be made real

We ignored all those warnings we were told

We never knew that those stories were all true

To the very Devil our souls would be sold

Oh if only we knew, if only we knew


copyright Chris Smith 2009

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