20 December 2012
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, December 19, 2012. This is the third horseman, named famine. Enjoy.
The horse and rider black as pitch, Are letting grain go ill, While scales of cost slide to the rich, And workers earning nil,
Black horse turn back now while you can, And stop your silly game, Of making food cost all the land, And gem costs stay the same,
Prophet of things yet to come shall you go and end our days, Or is there yet another man who makes you seem quite sane,
As always, ZenMercury
95.The Black Horse • Opuss № I