Death is on a horse that is riding for me, In such swiftness he comes as the dawn I will not see Dressed in a black cloak a black hood over his face Riding so quickly not leaving a trace Riding so rapidly not thinking to rest Soon he will be here on his horse Pestilence
Reason for writing:
Because this one was the only one that some people would be able to understand to an extent for some of them to slightly enjoy all the rest are way strange
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