Apocalypse

By BLAINE ROCHE

Staff Writer

The seals were broken and

From the skies,

Seven trumpets sounded.

From the heavens, 

The reckoning drew near. 

The white, red, black, and pale horses

Touched down before civilization.

A bow, to bring victory.

A sword, to bring war.

A scale, to weigh man’s hunger.

Death, to ensure atonement.

Harbingers, to bring judgement

Upon man’s sin.

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