4 HORSES

I hear the hoof beats of horses strong

as they charge through damnation's horrible throng.

White, red, black and pale,

through stormy wind, lightening and hail.

At full gallop, their manes aflame,

they come for vengeance in Satan's name.

To earth they come, with earth conspire,

with hell's fury and consuming fire.

Spurred on to infernal glory, swiftly they fly,

nostrils flaring, wild of eye.

War, famine, pestilence and death,

breathing destruction with every breath.

Their riders, fierce and proud,

spur them on through the cloud.

relentless and without fear

as their destiny draws ever near.

Look north, east, west and south,

lay your hand upon your mouth,

stifle the futile protest,

hell is coming to breakfast.

Revelation 6:1-8