The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe
as through our ranks he ramps and raves.
No time to bury the rotting reminders
of manky motionless mounds of men
Puffed with disease and certain to find us
Widespread, worrying, wondering when....
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:53 AM UTC
The pale horse leaves a deathly swathe
as through our ranks he ramps and raves.
No time to bury the rotting reminders
of manky motionless mounds of men
Puffed with disease and certain to find us
Widespread, worrying, wondering when....