The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 19, 2022

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It’s Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week Linda has said “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “comp.” Find a word that starts with or contains “comp” and use it in your post. Enjoy!”

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Compassion?

Comfort us in our hour of need
Open your eyes and ears, take heed
Mindfulness is needed in the world
Pain and grief like weapons hurled.
All the woes of this vale of tears
Sirens and bullets raise their fears
Sweet Jesus give them hope
In you we trust , help them cope.
Oh! the Horsemen love our pain.
Now they’re here they’ll not leave again. .

Song Lyric Sunday. The end of the world as we know it.

Jim Adams

Death, Destruction, Pestilence, and Famine. A very apt prompt for today’s Song Lyric Sunday.

This week Jim Adams our host said “When I think about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, I think of Trump, Putin, Kim Jong Un and Xi Jinping ” Well I totally agree with they are and to be honest they really are the epitome of Evil.

When I think of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, I am afraid to say say they are all already here. They have always been here, War a new one each week, Famine ever present too, Death our constant companion and pestilence has been here always too but in the last two years it’s been here big time with Covid in all its varients. Yes the four spheres at the table are ever present.

So to continue in this happy vein my first choice was Chris De Burgh and the vision in this song he mentions the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Into the Light is the eighth studio album by British-Irish singer Chris de Burgh, released in 1986 by A&M Records. The album is notable for featuring de Burgh’s biggest hit, “The Lady in Red“.

The album peaked at number two on the UK Albums Chart, becoming de Burgh’s first studio album to enter the top ten.

“Fatal Hesitation” was a UK number 44 hit, spending four weeks on the chart. “Say Goodbye to It All” was a continuation of the song “Borderline” from 1982’s The Getaway. Both songs frequently appear in de Burgh’s concerts and compilation albums. The song “For Rosanna” is dedicated to de Burgh’s then-2-year-old daughter Rosanna.

The three Chris de Burgh songs used in “Everybody’s in Showbiz”, “The Leader”, “The Vision” and “What About Me?”, are played in the order they appear on de Burgh’s Into the Light album. In fact, the songs each segue into one another, creating what is effectively a single eight-and-a-half minute track with three distinct sections. The songs are sometimes referred to as the “Leader Trilogy”.

The “Leader Trilogy” is arguably the longest song sample used on Miami Vice, as the entire eight-and-a-half minutes of the song are used. However, it is technically comprised of three separate tracks that make up one continuous piece of music; the longest single track featured is “Brothers in Arms” by Dire Straits, from “Out Where the Buses Don’t Run”. Information from Wikipedia

The tack I have chosen is the Vision which track 11 on the above album.

The Vision

And I saw a burning chariot,
And the four horsemen of the apocalypse,
Waiting on high,
And I heard the thunder rolling in,
And behold our leader on a pale horse riding in the sky;

And I saw this land a battlefield,
With a hundred thousand men,
Fighting hand to hand,
And I heard the sounds of victory,
And the rivers ran red with the blood of our enemies;

And I, I saw fire from the sky,
I saw fire, and I saw paradise, (paradise, )
Fire from the sun, I saw fire,
And I saw Alpha and Omega;

Fire, I saw fire,
And I saw paradise, (paradise, )
Fire, I saw fire;

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Chris de Burgh.

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Okay my second choice is a cheery little ditty, is Pigs of War by Black Sabbath.

War Pigs” is a song by English heavy metal band Black Sabbath, released in 1970 album and the opening track from the band’s second studio album Paranoid (1970).

The original title of “War Pigs” was “Walpurgis”, dealing with the witches’ sabbath. “Walpurgis is sort of like Christmas for Satanists. And to me, war was the big Satan”, said bassist and lyricist Geezer Butler. “It wasn’t about politics or government or anything. It was Evil itself. So I was saying ‘generals gathered in the masses / just like witches at black masses’ to make an analogy. But when we brought it to the record company, they thought ‘Walpurgis’ sounded too Satanic. And that’s when we turned it into ‘War Pigs’. But we didn’t change the lyrics, because they were already finished.”

During this time period, mandatory army service had recently ended in Britain but with the Vietnam War raging, many young men feared they’d be conscripted to fight in it. “That’s what started this whole rebellion thing about not going to war for anybody”, said Butler. “I was dreading being called up”, the lyricist recalled.

Prior to its official release, the band often altered the lyrics significantly when performing it live. An example of this can be found on Ozzy Osbourne‘s compilation The Ozzman Cometh, which features an early version recorded by Black Sabbath for BBC Radio 1 on 26 April 1970. While Butler has said that “War Pigs” is “totally against the Vietnam War, about how these rich politicians and rich people start all the wars for their benefit and get all the poor people to die for them”, vocalist Osbourne has stated that the group “knew nothing about Vietnam. It’s just an anti-war song.” The song’s instrumental iutro is entitled “Luke’s Wall” on US releases of the album, formatted as “War Pigs/Luke’s Wall”.

Drummer Bill Ward‘s first memory of performing the song was at The Beat Club in Switzerland in 1968. The band was required to play multiple sets every night and had little material in their repertoire at that point, so they would perform lengthy jam sessions to fill in the sets. Co-writer and lead guitarist Tony Iommi has said that “War Pigs” originated from one of those jam sessions.

The addition of the air-raid siren and the speeding up of the song’s end were done by producer Rodger Bain and engineer Tom Allom. The band had no input in these decisions, though they were pleased with the results. Information Wikipedia

War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death’s construction

In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour

Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Iommi Anthony Frank / Osbourne John / Butler Terence Michael / Ward W T

War Pigs lyrics © Westminster Music Ltd.,

Happy Sunday Everyone enjoy it while you can. 💜🇺🇦

Seriously, Another Year.

Death sat alone in an empty pub, everywhere he went this happened, he’d come in everyone else would leave. Such a shame he thought sipping his pint and watching it drip right through to the carpet….. so embarrassing!

The door flew open with an almighty gust of wind blowing in dust and tumble weed, very unusual for Brixton. Three hooded and cloaked figures entered “Hey man this is a step up from that coffee bar we met in last time” shouted Plague as he sat down and picked up the lager death had ordered for him on the pub app. “How have you been ” asked Death.

“Actually I have been so busy, as busy as you mate, yup it’s been a great couple of years! “

Famine sat down to his Guinness, the food on his plate turn to mush as he breathed on it. “Cheers Death I’m starving and parched.”.

Death nodded as War came in the sound of fighting and gunshot could be heard from the street, hi big man I’ve been busy too handy with Plague here, grabbing all the headlines I can do loads of damage.

Death moved his sythe and war jumped up waiving an AK-47 at him, Death gave him a withering look and said, “Don’t threaten me, you’ll only come off worse! ” War sat down.

“Tell me” asked Famine whose poked Mother Nature she’s in a foul mood, floods, fires, earthquakes, record hurricanes and tornadoes, not to mention climate change. Is she joining us today. ”

“No” Death replied “She’s too busy fighting back, sick of these humans leaching off of her. She sent you her regards Plague and says you’re doing a great job.”

The unfortunate barman came across to the table when Death beckoned to him, “Another round young man and packet of crisps for my friend Famine here! “

The barman, was all at once exhausted, ready for a fight, starving and showing all the main symptoms for covid, returned to the bar and poured these oddly unquieting customers their drinks. As he came back he tripped on Famine’s shopping nearly spilling the drinks. ” Mind the toilet rolls ” Famine snapped. The other three turned and looked at him and as one asked “Seriously”

As they left the barman collapsed, a riot broke out on the streets of Brixton, all the food shops, even Waitrose had their shelves cleared by starving people. Death sighed and set to collecting the dead , a never ending task which pained him. Suddenly his mobile rang

“Hello God here, I see you are all there”

“Yes we’ve been here a while Sir.”

“I know, I suppose you want an apocalypse now?”

“Not really Sir”

“Well you’re not really giving me much choice are you?”

“And a happy New Year to you too Sir”

Death turned his phone off and headed back to the pub, when he arrived it was packed .

Death’s Book Is Missing

Yesterday I posted an older poem Is it really too late  on Facebook, Ritu of ButIsmileanyway asked if I had any more stories about death I told her I had lots in my archives, she told me to get them out. 

Well our Ritu is a clever lady so I took her advice. I have pulled out a short story in verse, about Death’s apprentice loosing Death’s Book.  I wrote this story back in November 2013. I do hope you enjoy.

Death’s book is missing.

The  book was gone  and all was panic

Death  was furious,  the whole place was frantic.

Angrily he paced the wooden  floors

Searching  every room and slamming all the doors.

Things were desperate, so he call the other horsemen in

He  knew that they were busy  causing  war, plague  and strife

Ruining   crops,  watching  people die  and generally spoiling everone’s life .

They came leaving chaos in their withering wake

“Lost the book” sneered War , plague coughed famine asked was there any cake?

The Angel of death  was hiding  from, he who was dressed   in cowl and carrying a scythe

Death was frantic he new without his book those who should be dead would be staying alive.

It was famine that found him  while he searching for nourishment

The angel of death  hiding in the fridge , “he’s in here Death” famine shouted as he took the cheese and went.

Death was too angry to hang about any more .

Come on  we have to search, Now. Shouting for his horse he rushed out of the door!

So the four  horse  men of the Apocalypse followed  by the sulking angel of death

They went forth to find the book , they’d search the earth , width and breadth !!

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The fairy foxes  had found the book . They could not believe their eyes.

Did you know there were fairy foxes ? no,  nor did I, it was really a surprise!

They had found some music in it which had  made then dance

Such  a cute sight these charming fairy foxes  leap and prance.

But  we have not time  to linger watching them here

Death, his angel assistant and three brother riders will soon be drawing near.

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The forest was a flutter all was hustle and  bustle

The animals  askance  because the invisible fairy foxes dance was making the leaves to rustle.

Humans in the towns and cities  were worried  by the fact

That no one was dying despite their pleas and crying. It was making a huge impact!

The maimed, the diseased  all brought to their knees , begging  for oblivion  please!

 If looks could kill, Death would have his will  but nobody was dying

The Angel of death wanted to be back on side with Death, he  was really trying!

Death brought  then all to a halt. If we are to mix with men  our appearance needs to change

It will not help muttered plague, we’ll still wither their crops and give their dogs the mange!

What about him asked war pointing at the angel of death,  I do not give a damn said Death!

Famine said he was starving, and so they changed ready to enter the human realm, for now of death bereft .

They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns

They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.

The  sick got sicker  the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death

No matter the mutilation, the cancer  or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.

 The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what  to do

War plague  and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.

Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged  for oblivion

The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.

He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light

Bathed his body with the warmth he had long  forgot.

The beauty  of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.

He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.

Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.

 The face of the Father full of love  and warmth looked  down on his errant son.

He knew of course before the angel spoke  exactly why he had come.

I know what is happening , I know why you have come.

The Angel of death  felt all his worries wash away

He was home, away from the horrors and he wanted to stay.

Death was fuming , where had that errant angel gone

War  was  bored, famine was wondering where his next meal would come from.

Plague  was unwell he thought it might be man flu

Death was worn out he really had run out of things he could do.

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Death  was exhausted  with the hunt , he needed coffee he needed a break!

War  was playing  cards with some no hopers in a pub. Enjoying a pint of beer

Plague was at A&E sampling  the best of care  21hrs  wait, no sign of help there , he was enjoying the break.

Famine was visiting  MacDonald’s stuffing  himself with burgers and chips, coke and shakes…. his stomach showed no fear!

Where is the  book,   where is the book ……………….  We’ve  scoured  the earth  and still no luck

Stop moaning, ordered war, have a drink  and cut loose  join us in a game of poker

Plague was still at casualty hanging outside with the smokers.

Death  watched him , the stress of the loss making him feel bad, something snapped  and he shoved plague under a truck!

Plague  got up  and swore at Death , “What game do you think you are playing”

Being an immortal  he survived ,Death strode  down the street smiting innocent bystanders at will

They fell , they then got back up ! Death shouted “Bloody Hell” Famine , a mouth full of chips  wondered what  Death was saying.

War  was ready for a fight  he told his companions they were cheating , he was spitting fire  ready for the kill.

Things were getting ugly , this was not fun .

Where was the missing apprentice ? that angel of death needed to see what he had done.

Suddenly all was silent , no bird even sung, suddenly it was black as night, …………

God was on the block and with him the errant angel who was not having any fun!

“Well” said the voice filling everywhere  with light

Somehow everyone calmed down as all their fears took flight.

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They  knew they were in trouble they new they were in bin!

They  had all been careless and causing  trouble  but felt there was no great sin.

 A voice as smooth as syrup  gently calmed the street

This calm somehow traveled around the world, believe me, no mean feat!

Death was secretly relived  to see his lord and master.

Plague, war and famine  if they had of had hearts would of felt them beating faster.

 “Good evening, Death, I hope you are well and I see you have brought  your brothers.

You  have got  yourselves in to an awful mess  Death.” God said, then turned his head to look at the others.

The angel of death standing by God’s side tears of relief running down his beautiful face

“We have the book, boss” he said.He  held it in his right hand,” praise  be, we now can sort out the human race”

 God  looked down on the angel of death who now sat in his hand, what was he to do with him

And Death  and his brothers three? They  were doing their best but God’s patience  was growing thin.

God surveyed  the scene, and  was not impressed with what he saw

Things  were so far out of hand , even he  wondered  how to return things to how they were before!

He  knew  where the book was,  he knew that  it was safe

You  would never realized that  by the look upon  his face!

War  was getting  cranky  looking for a fight

Famine’s only interest  was what would they eat  that night.

Plague was playing  with the undead  infecting  them  with flu

He was having  fun , until God  looked at  him and asked ” Is that  really a nice  thing to do?”

The angel of death  was still sitting in God’s  hand

He  was sorry he had lost death’s  book it was not what he had planned .

God told him not  to worry  all was in his power to put things back to right.

He promised the angel , Death would have his book  before the fall of night.

God  took Death to one side  and told  that he knew

How  he had a soft spot for the humans and how he grieves  at the bad  things they do.

He told him where his  book was in the leafy  dell

God  and Death  visited  the fairy  Frogs  as asked them to remove the spell.

The  Fairy  Frogs  we scolded  for  distracting  the angel of death from his work

They were duly  sorry  for distracting the apprentice  angel  who was never one to shirk.

God  then walk the earth with his old friend Death collecting all the souls of those who were undead.

They soon returned order to the earth and  removed  all memory of the last few days from every human’s  head.

So  now  you know the story and it’s ultimate and timely  end

We  can now  leave  Death  to enjoy  a cup of coffee  with his horsey friends!

He  told  his apprentice  not  to worry it was a mistake  anyone one could make

Then  slammed his scythe down on the table  to stop war  and famine  arguing over the last piece of cake!

THE END, FOR NOW………………..

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book is Lost

Death  was exhausted  with the hunt , he needed coffee he needed a break!

War  was playing  cards with some no hoppers in a pub. Enjoying a pint of beer

Plague was at A&E sampling  the best of care  21hrs  wait, no sign of help there , he was enjoying the break.

Famine was visiting  MacDonald’s stuffing  himself with burgers and chips, coke and shakes…. his stomach showed no fear!

Where is the  book,   where is the book ……………….  We’ve  scoured  the earth  and still no luck

Stop moaning, ordered war, have a drink  and cut loose  join us in a game of poker

Plague was still in the emergency room hanging outside with the smokers.

Death  watched him , the stress of the loss making him feel bad, something snapped  and he shoved plague under a truck!

Plague  got up  and swore at Death , “At what game do you think you are playing”

Being an immortal  he survived ,Death strode  down the street smiting innocent bystanders at will

They fell , they then got back up ! Death shouted “Bloody Hell” Famine , a mouth full of chips  wondered what  Death was saying.

War  was ready for a fight  he told his companions they were cheating , he was spitting fire  ready for the kill.

Things were getting ugly , this was not fun .

Where was the missing apprentice ? that angel of death needed to see what he had done.

Suddenly all was silent , no bird even sung, suddenly it was black as night, …………

God was on the block and with him the errant angel who was not having any fun!

TO BE CONTINUED 

sorry it is a few minutes late for the 11th November .

NaBloPoMo Death’s Book is Lost

The father looked down on his frightened  son

I know what is happening , I know why you have come.

The Angel of death  felt all his worries wash away

He was home, away from the horrors and he wanted to stay.

Death was fuming , where had that errant angel gone

War  was  bored, famine was wondering where his next meal would come from.

Plague  was unwell he thought it might be man flu

Death was worn out he really had run out of things he could do.

NaBloPoMo: Deaths Book is Lost

They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns

They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.

The  sick got sicker  the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death

No matter the mutilation, the cancer  or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.

 

The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what  to do

War plague  and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.

Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged  for oblivion

The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.

 

He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light

Bathed his body with the warmth he had long  forgot.

The beauty  of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.

He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.

Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.

 

The face of the Father full of love  and warmth looked  down on his errant son.

He knew of course before the angel spoke  exactly why he had come.

 

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

NABLOPOMO: DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

The fairy foxes  had found the book . They could not believe their eyes.

Did you know there were fairy foxes ? no,  nor did I, it was really a surprise!

They had found some music in it which had  made then dance

Such  a cute sight these charming fairy foxes  leap and prance.

But  we have not time  to linger watching them here

Death, his angel assistant and three brother riders will soon be drawing near!

 

The forest was a flutter all was hustle and  bustle

The animals  askance  because the invisible fairy foxes dance was making the leaves to rustle.

Humans in the towns and cities  were worried  by the fact

That no one was dying despite their pleas and crying. It was making a huge impact!

The maimed, the diseased  all brought to their knees , begging  for oblivion  please!

 

If looks could kill, Death would have his will  but nobody was dying

The Angel of death wanted to be back on side with Death, he  was really trying!

Death brought  then all to a halt. If we are to mix with men  our appearance needs to change

It will not help muttered plague, we’ll still wither their crops and give their dogs the mange!

What about him asked war pointing at the angel of death,  I do not give a damn said Death!

Famine said he was starving, and so they changed ready to enter the human realm, for now of death bereft .

TO BE CONTINUED

 

NABLOPOMO : DEATH’S BOOK IS LOST

The  book was gone  and all was panic

Death  was furious,  the whole place was frantic.

Angrily he paced the wooden  floors

Searching  every room and slamming all the doors.

Things were desperate, so he call the other horsemen in

He  knew that they were busy  causing  war, plague  and strife

Ruining   crops,  watching  people die  and generally spoiling everone’s life .

They came leaving chaos in their withering wake

“Lost the book” sneered War , plague coughed famine asked was there any cake?

The Angel of death  was hiding  from he who was dressed   in cowl and carrying a scythe

Death was frantic he new without his book those who should be dead would be staying alive.

It was famine that found him  while he searching for nourishment

The angel of death  hiding in the fridge , ” he’s in here Death” famine shouted as he took the cheese and went.

Death was too angry to hang about any more .

Come on  we have to search, Now , Shouting for his horse he rushed out of the door!

So the four  horse  men of the Apocalypse followed  by the sulking angel of death

They went forth to find the book , they’d search the earth , width and breadth !!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Unfortunate Conflict of Interest NaPoWriMo

Day 4.

Today’s prompt:  Iain M. Banks the author, has just yesterday, announced that is he is terminally ill. His books often have lots of spaceships in them. And those spaceships have extremely odd, poetic names. The prompt is to use a spaceship’s name for the title of a poem.  I have chosen “Unfortunate Conflict of Interest” ( yes that is the name of a space ship!)  I have chosen this title because Death has a soft spot for earth and the human’s who live on it. Difficult, yes it is because he is supposed to be destroying them.  He also loves coffee!

                                              

 Is it really too late?
Time was late, the day was cold  the doors of the coffee shop suddenly flew apart and the sight from the street was enough to stop your heart.

Slowly and silently making their way along the street four horsemen approached. We had no knowledge but centuries since, this was the place they had assigned to meet.

As this strange apparition  it’s progress did make, it left fights and hunger and  deathly illness in it’s wake. Where once was the  normal order of life was suddenly killing and gorging and sickness and death. Once happy people now full of strife.

Stopping their horses and dismounting as one they found a spare lamp post their magnificent animals to leash upon. One of their number scanned the street “No parking meters . ….Sweet!”

They entered the coffee shop and two fights broke out and terrible hunger and thirst spread about. Terrified customers died in the rush for the door and people started to sicken with rashes and pustules and what’s more, there was blood and guts all over the floor.

Death motioned the others to get a table then approached the strangely thin, sick looking lad at the bar and ordered four Americanos and a bagel! The boy felt so weak and fear gripped his throat as he looked in to the eyes of Death the rest of his staff were in the same boat lost and helpless’ bereft of hope!

Setting down the tray and handing Famine his food , “I wanted expresso “griped War in a mood. Death raised his scythe and told him to mind his place. For he had the last  word and was in charge of this space!

Finally with the local humans all dead, they sipped quietly on their coffee, just for now doing what their leader had said.

After a short while Conquest / Pestilence looked up asked “is this coffee fair trade” as he finished his cup. Famine smirked at the joke his brother had made.  “I need another , where is the barista “  Death answered ” He died”…… “Okay”Famine sighed

Coffee over, decisions needed to be  made  how to deal with this world’s problems. Plans had to be laid. “I think I should simply traverse this world and make them their missiles unfurl,” said War before adding “then with you  Death in my wake, how long would total annihilation  take?”

“No “chipped in Pestilence I can spread  my cloak and make them all suffer. You can then step in Death, as they cough and choke.” War banged the table ready to fight  but Death then stepped in knowing his way was right .

“Looking around brothers do you not agree they are doing an excellent job of destroying themselves without any help from you or me.”  He saw they were not happy with his intervention  so he enlightened them all with his ghastly intentions . “We need to just hover on the sidelines and leave them to fester. It will all end soon, this planet cannot sustain forever these hopeless jesters!

They thought for a while while Death entertained them, he fiddle like Nero back when Rome was burning. but not such a  giggle.

The decision was made and they all agreed they would just make thing worse for all those in need , they would feed the wars and starve the medical fractions, of knowledge and money. They would disease the corn, the milk and the honey. Death would stalk the world in his usual way clearing up the mess and dead at the end of the day.

They then  left the scene of their destroying powers and rode off together into the west leaving death and destruction and lots of wilting flowers .

The News papers and TV got the story the very same day. Police want to question four hoodies on horse back  they say.

There was  a witness a child who manage to hide and lived to tell what they had seen. Apparently strange horses , one white,one red , one black and one pale green?

The headlines over, well maybe one more then it is back to Famine in Africa and a new Plague from the States and now they started yet another War! The Greenies are screaming we must save Mother Earth unknowing that she already dancing  a dirge with a worn out and tired Death.

Death sat in a corner and polished his scythe and pondered the meeting, well he had at least tried to buy these humans ( for whom he actually cared) some time . But even holding off his brothers,  of hope there still was no sign.

He was tired of all the work he had to do, exhausted in fact, and his brothers were too. The task set before them was too great for them to solve .. Hopefully God will intervene and those irritating humans will evolve  !

Tired old Death

  

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