The Fourth Horseman: 4 of 4
The fourth horseman now comes,
in search of your kin.
The suffering is great,
souls scream to the wind.
Number four now strikes,
no remorse and no sin.
He brings death to your door,
do not let him in.
This fourth horse is pale,
there is nowhere to hide.
Nothing can save you,
your wealth nor your pride.
Please don't wait too long,
being stubborn and not see.
You still can be saved,
if in faith you will believe.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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