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Horsemen of revenge
written by Genocide Reaper10:28 PM 1/24/05Here they come, galloping over fields filled with soldiers that have died, no one left on these endless plains for them to fight. They ride. Coming closer to the nearest village, riding fast, riding hard, the innocent lives that are about to die, are now in sight. Here they are, slaying all in their way, blood fills the streets, mud from the rain splashing across the people running in fear of fate. They have come baring rage, in this slaughter they vent all of their hate. They ride on leaving the village in ruins, houses burn, bodies bleed, now it is time for the worms and maggots to come and feed. The horsemen stride forward towards the castle of sorrow that has spread its rule through out the land, by this time tomorrow it will find that the leader of the pack wields the weapon known as deaths hand. Only in times triumphant sands will these memories be said by elders that survive the massacre that shall sweep across the land. Time for the King of comfort and cowardice to make his final stand. The horsemen spearhead the fortifications, they batter the gate, they explode through the walls with unrivaled force and not a second too late. The King cries as he huddles in the nearest corner, hugging his gold, knowing now that all that he loved is gone, all that he had destroyed, he has lost all control, and death now coming to take his soul and avenge the poor that have suffered his rule. The time is now for him to pay the ultimate toll! Time for his head to roll! |
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