Four Horsemen and the End of Days Poem

Four Horsemen and the End of Days

Poem

In ancient scrolls, the prophets told,
Of visions dark and tales of old.
Four horsemen ride from heaven’s gate,
To herald doom and seal our fate.

The White Horse

First rides the white, with crown and bow,
A conqueror with eyes aglow.
He brings a false peace to the land,
A fleeting calm by his command.

The Red Horse
Next comes the red, with sword in hand,
To spread his wrath across the sand.
Wars and rumors fill the air,
Nations tremble in despair.

The Black Horse

The black horse follows, scales held high,
Famine strikes as prices rise.
Scarcity grips both rich and poor,
As hunger knocks on every door.

The Pale Horse

Then pale death rides with shadows cast,
A grim reminder of what’s passed.
Plagues and darkness sweep the earth,
As souls await their second birth.

Tribulation and Hope

Through tribulation’s fiery trial,
The faithful walk a narrow mile.
With hearts steadfast and spirits pure,
They find the strength to endure.

Turning from Deception

In times of chaos, whispers spread,
False news and lies invade each head.
Turn from propaganda’s snare,
Seek truth and light beyond despair.
Let not fear cloud your sight,
For darkness cannot quench the light.
Hold fast to faith and cast away,
The shadows that lead hearts astray.

The Rapture’s Call

And when the trumpet sounds at last,
The chosen rise from ages past.
In clouds of glory they ascend,
To meet their Savior and their friend.
So heed these words of ancient lore,
Prepare your heart for what’s in store.
For though the end may bring dismay,
A brighter dawn awaits that day.

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