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Trotting in with dripping quiver
with hacks that bellowed across the land
revered as a generous giver
pestilence offers a loving hand

Followed with haste by an entry grand
a steed of fire, whom war lay claim
a monstrous sword few can withstand
raping all not set aflame

Those cursed to endure the maim
will see the rider of steed black
calling forth luxuries by name
and for the wheat to lack

Last to break, with Hades trail
with ashen horse, the final nail.

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