The Man Comes Around

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder

One of the four beasts saying,

‘Come and see.’ and I saw, and behold a white horse

In the end…burned embers and ash…Nothing else.

Nothing.

It is dead to me.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts

And I looked, and behold a pale horse

And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him

— The Man In Black

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