The 13th Horseman
“Listen to that timber roar.
But deny the musical notes of war.” The man says
The 13th horseman laughs and replies
“I am the one that rides the night.
Upon my view, even the devil, Hail Mary he recites.
Lust is my personal harlot
It seems even bliss flips in the bosom of my fist, just wish and I shall grant.
For I am the 13th horseman
There is No soul I cannot condemn.
So let us take a journey down this crimson road,
Together. ”
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