One of the four beasts saying, Come and See.
and i saw.
Am I the Devil? No, of course not. How self-righteous. How presumptuous. A devil would relish in what I feel. Would strive to increase the agony inside of him. Then he’d share that agony.
I feel like if I keep going I’m going to start sharing.
Not like I haven’t thought about it before.
Maybe that’s what I have to do. Become less of a man. More of a monster.
History remembers monsters.
No one remembers a coward.
and i saw, and behold… a pale horse… and his name that sat on him…
Death.
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That’s a strange name for a horse. Why do people give horses such crazy names unless its some kind of metaphor or something
Well written.
It could be interpreted as a last attempt at religious acceptance, or the dissociation of religion and religious cults altogether. Or the realisation that there is no God, heaven or hell. The horse you sit upon is the only horse of the four horseman that is true, definite and certain, death.
Unfortunately, everyone remembers the coward. No matter how scared or anxious, we need to look after one another. The other day a bus passenger abused an Asian couple. There were two of them and the Asian partners. I was disappointed and disgusted that I was the only one to stand up and put an end to it.
The bus had at least 20 able bodied people that could have backed me up, but no one moved.
Keep your cowboy hat tight and your mask tighter.
I catch that pale horse outside my house there’s going to be some kinda hell droppin’ i guarantee you that much pal