These are the End Times of legend and lore,
when horses of apocalypse strut to the fore.
Each stomp shakes the Earth with a tremble of dread,
as civilization crumbles around all our heads.
Horse 1 downed the Towers, so tall and so strong,
and with them all law, and freedom's sweet song.
Horse 2 downed all finance at free falling speed,
by wired demolition of derivative breed.
Horse 3 bailed the banks out, the robbers go free,
leaving nations as debt slaves for eternity.
Horse 4 comes by needle, backed up by the sword,
the Black Death rekindled, to cull down the horde.
These are the news events of the day,
unfolding in such a striking way.
The progress of centuries being undone,
at a pace that should only leave us stunned.
But few even see what's in front of their face,
they get their perceptions from some other place.
They don't look around them, they don't trust their senses,
they hear what the box says and see through its lenses.
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