The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse Have Saddled Up And Are Ready To Ride!

What an exciting time to be alive, and live to see, so many die.

Can you feel it?

Do you sense it?

Are you keenly aware of what is coming?

It’s just a faint rumble, a subtle movement, over the distant horizon, or under your feet, creating tremors on the surface, but a tectonic shift in the subterranean strata. The vibrational harmonics are causing your eyes to water, your vision to blur, but the sound of the fury is just barely audible; But it’s there, constantly.

A buzzing, a grinding, a tearing of something, but you can’t quite identify it’s source. It fills you with a deep sense of foreboding, of looming doom, of pending mayhem.

If you close your eyes, and strain your ears, it becomes louder, like a scream from the heavens. There is definitely something coming…

Sitting Atop The White Horse Is Conquest

Expect mass assassinations, political and otherwise. Enemies will be identified, and horrifically murdered in cold blood. Sometimes in the streets, sometimes in their homes, sometimes while eating dinner in a restaurant.

There will be even more mass shootings, but not just the typical gangland drive-by “spray and pray” rap video material, but targeted, specific, “enemy formation” ambushes that result in more killed than wounded. Inescapable bloodbaths, where the kill zone is pinned in, the escape exits sealed, and the chances for survival are nil.

Terrorism like we have never seen in all of human history. Bombings, followed with secondary explosions that target the response. Strategic locations, choke points, target rich environments, enormous amounts of casualties; Unfathomable by today’s standards. Frequent, ferocious, and fervently effected. There will be mass arson events; apartment buildings, businesses, political headquarters, private homes. Worse still- public lands, cities, suburbs, pipelines, infrastructure, everything. If it can be burned, it will be burned. Murders in the range of a one thousand percent increase, compounding exponentially. Everyone will know several murder victims, and most will know murderers as well. It will become as common as jaywalking or shoplifting. Every conceivable human motivation will be satiated with the taking of lives.

Cruelty will be the norm, and kindness will disappear completely, as the human psyche cannot simultaneously rationalize the horrors of the world, and remain with a kind heart. People will be left to die, lying in the gutter like a road killed skunk. Nobody will care because all compassion will be evaporated from their hearts.

The Complete Conquest of Evil Over Good.

Riding The Red Horse Is War

Brother versus brother, state versus state, nation against other nations. World War I was just a warm up, World War II was merely a prelude, World War III will be the final battle to decide the fate of all mankind, at least for this eon. There will be hot flashes of billions of brilliant deaths, and there will be grinding battles that seem to last forever, killing hundreds and thousands, month after month, year after year, as if time has no end but the death of all mankind. It will destroy all governments, societies, all civilizations, and almost all of humanity. It will be The Great Culling of Mankind; So much that there will be no counting the deaths, and will instead, be measured in the numbers of the deaths of the souls that you know, or those that count you in their number. More will be killed, than survive, but the horrible reward for survival will be…

Famine Sits Upon The Black Horse

With the seeds of total destruction properly sowed, the specter of mass famine swoops in to claim their lot in human souls. This is the stage that will reduce all that remains of humankind to feral, emaciated, starving animals. Civilization destroyed, the sea, soil, and sky, poisoned by war, and with nearly every living thing on the planet staring imminent starvation straight in the eyes. The pangs of hunger will haunt every animal that walks, slithers, or grazes upon the earth. The deepest, longest, most severe famine in the entire human record, with his cousin disease ravaging all that persist in living, which leaves but one escape from hunger…

Behold A Pale Horse, and Upon That Horse Sits Death

The final rider in this sickening saga of sorrow. There is no way of knowing if any survive this closing act, but it’s doubtful if that is a punishment or reward. As darkness envelopes all that remain, the cold, cruel, crushing hand of complete demise, closes it’s fist, and darkness once again, covers the earth.

The End.