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Four Horsemen and Seven Companions

by Dan Fournier, October 2018

Erected thrice. Twice up, with a third divine.
One is raised upright, excused of envy.
The staff has set thy straight.
But which crown really commands truth, and thee?

Bewitched and tricked, tempers aflare
By thy blind anger and strife, avenged in pure folly.
While ye despot chords a fine tune,
And paints a moon, blood red.

Devoid of temperance, pernicious indulgences are selfishly gulped,
Whilst thy neighbor’s hand clings bare.
Like vermin in the dark, vampires wantonly plunder away, all for themselves.
Do not despair. A light will be shone upon them before long and God’s will, once more, be fair.

Avarice knows no bounds. The need for green is not all it seems.
A plague in disguise decays a bright plexus, leaving thy quite unnerved.
Hades awaits thee, sooner than later,
As the merchant of death was openly welcomed, unashamedly.

While souls of sluggards lay empty and blank,
Those fervent in spirit, rational in tough richly rewarded, like martyrs of old.
Tribulations abound, still and all awakening to be found.
God’s truth shines the light, daunting those in the night.

A great shake rattles the lamb, knocking it down.
But its hoofs are tenacious, and rooted,
In the midst of a tempestuous tumult.
The serpent strikes, afore devouring its end.

The light heart yearns, lusts, and finally sees,
Reincarnated in compassion, celestial harmony.
The fate of One, in a new age of wisdom,
Will ascend in its next Coming.

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