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Stalwart
warriors note the slaughter
Blameless people caught in the fire
Parents, sons and only daughter
None for killing that we desire!
Innocents
they with trusting faces
Frantically hoping for another day
Vainly search for secret places
Even sacred where kneel to pray.
But from
this Rider there’s no hiding
On a Horse sickly pale
Merciless Death does his biding
And in this task will never fail. |
