FinaleThe first beast rides on, gloriously white Its eyes burning in anticipation "On forth, on forth, for what is right!" But this one brings no emancipationFinale
For close behind another follows Light slashing through its red mane The rallying cries it soon swallows And destruction is what remains
Slowly trotting in the fire's wake A frail black silhouette The starving cries, hungry, they ache Nothing but marionettes
Triumphant, the pale horse arrives Beginning the final reaping Unwittingly responsible for their own demise Above them, angels
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If I got a quarter for every Gold Elite I killed on legendary, well, I'd be broke.
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If I got a quarter for every Gold Elite I killed on legendary, well, I'd be broke.
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If I got a quarter for every Gold Elite I killed on legendary, well, I'd be broke.
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want >.>
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