Pale Quartet

My demons don’t ride houses

Greed takes its sweet time to arrive

Anger glides on bolts of lightning

Fear slinks about in the shadows

Apathy must drag itself upon thorns

The quartet move me with the wind

The four horsemen need not humans

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