Dreams of Apocalypse

Dreams of Apocalypse


The skies burn red

With Hell-fire

And rivers of blood

Flow down streets.

Carcasses lie in the blood

And skeletons stand tall,

Waiting for the call,

The call of war.

Ash falls and Hell

Burns through the earth

Making the land forever

Uninhabitable to life.

Nothing lives in this

Desolate world, a world

Where the Horseman have

Reaped every scrap of life.

This is not an apocalyptic

Dream, it is the future

Of the world if nothing

Changes for the better.

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