The Second Horseman : 2 of 4
An invisible power,
brings forth a new rider.
The second of four,
rendering an eminent fire.
War and destruction,
he's dispatched to deliver.
Countless souls will perish,
their blood flowing like rivers.
His judgement now emanates,
cast swiftly throughout the land.
Repent convinced,
or prepare to engage in a last stand.
His fury conducted,
could very well be your last.
Keep God in your heart,
and put sin in your past.
This second of 4,
his horse will be red.
He comes for your soul,
so don't go to bed.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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