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THE FOUR HORSEMEN

Prancing proud, the horses come Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land Marching to an unseen drum Beaten by an unseen hand First a snow white horse drew nigh Whose rider held an ivory bow He shot the stars from out the sky And dealt the sun a fatal blow Next appeared a horse of red Its rider raised a scarlet sworde 'Come and see' the Four Beasts said 'Now Peace hath fled from all the world' Third did come a coal black mare Its rider carried scales of Gold Famine struck the thoroughfare And starveling sons their mothers sold Last a pale horse did appear Hell did follow in its wake Tortured Souls, cold and austere Nailed their brethren to the stake Now the solemn church bells sound Calling all to Midnight Mass Now the dying gather round Now the final hours pass Endless years of toil and flood Mark the ages from Christ's birth 'When wilt Thou avenge our blood On them that dwell upon the earth?'

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