by John Kaniecki
Four horsemen
Galloping in the garden
The tree is bare
And nobody seems to care
Where barrels of nuclear pain
Prove mankind is insane
As we hurry down the road to nowhere
Unwilling even to share
As digits on the computer rise
Wealth the most ludicrous of lies
Some fall to starvation
Others in continuous black celebration
See the armies start to deploy
Weapons of mass destruction aimed to destroy
Somewhere in this transgression of God's laws
In the futility of our lost cause
We will not even compromise
But embrace sinister wicked lies
Like man knows best
And the most brilliant
Achieve conquest
"Apocalypse"
A word whispered upon my lips
The unveiling
Of the unfailing
Love of God
For friend
In the end
There is rest
If you last
And past
The test
"The piper's piping and the drummer's drumming"
"We're getting ready for the second coming"
Oh how at my heart it rips
Apocalypse