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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the wings of the first hellrider were venoms ~ so prodigious they were shrouded in veils of darkness, to erase the traces of his passing, and deceive mothers from hiding their children from the eastern warmonger. From molten rocks and flaming seas arose the second hellrider, hawking the fares of evil wares, his tongue a forge of propaganda and false promises, seeding agents to rule and mislead. The third hellrider came as a preacher of war ~ turning brothers upon brothers, sisters upon sisters, tilling the soil with blood to prepare the ground for the arrival of the fourth hellrider ~ who carved religious wars into the minds of fools, brandishing Tarot cards as weapons of terror. I tried to run, but my feet were stuck in clay. Then a lone silver surfer appeared… perhaps from the starlit sky, perhaps the silver sea— my mind too dazed to discern. Yet he drew me from the mire and breathed strength into my arms. He filled me with the spirit of karma. So I vowed to reinvent the wheel: let the fascists and warmongers taste their own venom, feed their children with poisons they themselves had brewed, slay their kin with the swords they had bloodied. No mercy. No pity. Death will find them in their beds.
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