The nostrils of the Red Horse spread wide with rage

As the urge overcomes the desire for peace to stage

A bloody bath of war and destitution

And the building up of an arsenal for restitution.

The stench of hate fills the open countryside

As for the destruction of the human his psyche will deride

To visit the gloom on every careless soul

And into a Christ-less eternity will surely roll.

Resist the delusion that he alone is king

For over the deluge of war another voice will sing

The song of the redeemed that will rule and reign

And every outcome of that false power will distain.

Come White Queen bring all your strength to bare

On the risen Black King who is waiting patiently there

For you to acquiesce all your right to rule

As He eternity will bring your to love so full

The Red Horse will never rule nor death procure

For destiny is certain and his destruction is sure.