Me thinks the end of the world is enroute.
Can't see the horsemen yet,
all I see currently is four *****,
carrying *****,
one named Putin,
one named Cam,
cam- ***** that is,
the third portent carrying Obama,
number four is one huge ***,
it carries the fighting factions of Palestine and Jerusalem,
upon it's breaking back.

And along comes Mr Reaper,
In robes of black,
he has eyes,
he sees,
he speaks,
words in tongues,
he's waiting in the wings,
he's defying his good friend war to come and play.

Together they pen poems in history books,
together a treaty writ,
declaring the end is nigh,
The books will be lost in night skies,

They may still be diverted if the imbeciles,
stop, look and listen,
to one another,
with a gentle ripple of commonsense
The reaper,
well,
he may still be turned away until the time is right!
(C) Livvi