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Apocalypse Risen


Moon light impotent
Stables darkness impenetrable
For only the horseman may enter
Those without souls do find their way

World will end by hand of few men
Those incompetent of compassion and caring
The ones who look out only for their heir
While suffering and strife consume 

A time will come when the mass will form
Breaking the barriers, seemingly impervious
Where all may have what they do need
Water, love, home and seed

Until such time, which may never appear
Stables darkness will remain
Its halls quite
For the four horses are being ridden today

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Skat A

Date: 9/12/2013 8:34:00 AM

awesome win ~SKAT~

Adam Hapworth
Date: 9/12/2013 8:37:00 AM

Thanks SKAT :)

Karen Anglesey

Date: 9/7/2013 12:34:00 PM

A fine winning poem. congratulations. Favorite line "The ones who look out only for their heir While suffering and strife consume "..all completely stunning verses :)

Adam Hapworth
Date: 9/7/2013 5:19:00 PM

Thank you very much. It just frustrates me that those who have plenty want more and more while whining that they need to help thy neighbor.