The Coming of the Horsemen

Galloping, galloping from beyond the world’s end, From the hand of God, the message they send. Faint and distant, like the ticking of the clock Man’s indiscretions, the gate to unlock. Galloping, galloping the closer they come. Punishment and judgment, weighing the sum. Wielding the sword and bearing the scale, Our sentence it rides upon the horse pale. Galloping, galloping hooves beating thunder With tears and moans, our world is asunder The horse of red is awaiting its cue. The horsemen cometh for me and for you. Galloping, galloping to deliver our fate. To stop this madness, are we too late. From the deepest place in our hearts, we should say, To the ones next to us, “Forgive me, Forgive me, Forgive me, I pray.”