horseman number four never shows up create your own damn apocalypse
returning days of oral tales there once were three horses pale prancing around phony show their riders couldn't afford silly suits worn joy and passion left long ago society's trap employment woe just another day at work they said at end of life they never lived
repetition deception devolve has been predominate choice consensus prison
when time is spent indebted ruse we miss our purpose to serve Truth
from this day on til curtain call sing gratitude song.
