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by Insinq Datum 10 months ago in surreal poetry · updated 10 months ago
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The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse 1/4

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I was once told a tale

By a man in a cloak

Though he was deathly pale

A bright fire he’d stoke

In the depths of his eyes

Yet it burnt very cold

It destroyed all the lies

To disprove truth of old

Because when the man spoke

I found I fell in line

A deadly masterstroke

A divinity sign

Not a mark of the gods

But mastery of mind

A true read of the odds

And all things that they bind

And I found, as he talked

That though he had not said

I just knew, me he’d stalked

For my thoughts he had read

And I did know his name

He was here for my breath

He had shown me the game

Of my late chat with Death


This was the first of my series on the four horsemen of the apocalypse. If you want to check out the other poems, you can find them here: Famine, Pestilence, War.

Thanks for reading, and have a great day :)

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About the author

Insinq Datum

I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 3000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.

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