Horseman, of the Apocalypse

I bring the bubonic, chronic illness when I will this
feel the icy chill in this as I fill this world diseased
scurvy, these swervy miscretins keep unerving thee
Back-breaking wills of mere mortals as I please
fatal, I rain, on earth's plain kissing disdain
ebbing it of all life I drain...

I am Pestilence, no remorse on a course
I'm spreading ill will upon the brain
even a semblance of joy,
no, not ever never... not on my reign
mankind, break down on bended knee ,
HEAR ME!
hear n' feel the wrath of malevolence...

I care not for pity, you weak minded blinded fools
breaking the laws of life with your misaligned tools
that 'mental mentality' mentally deranged range of thought
has bought the darkness through, now kiss the sweetness silent...

your life's about to crash to an uneviable end
of graphic proportions yet you just can't predict when...

I am the second coming,
divorcing mankind's primordial essence from this land
I AM ECLIPTIC, CRYPTIC, to be specific, I AM The Horseman, Pestilence...