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Death (XIII)
My entrance on a pale horse
Raising the black standard with white rose
Is anathema to most
These bones are survivors
Of the battle between
The worlds of living and dead
This black armour
From the land of eternal sleep
Is unsurmountable
Before me
The clergy, kings and peasants
Fall beneath my hooves
When she flips me over
...Wednesday 27th May 2020 11:29 am
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