1. IV

The Harbingers of justice
With fire to purge the human plague
All elements; their power
Risen from the realms of eternity

The realization, as judge and jury
Of the ominous end of the world
The demise and decimation
Of the infection on this earth

First comes conquest, decimation incarnate
He is seen as both hero and antichrist
Blinding white triumph and loss, coupled with strife
All victory is mired in defeat

These were the first of the trials we faced
Descending with fearsome presence
Apocalypse; the test of existence
At the end of all mankind

The red flames came forth, roaring a name in thunder
I am War
I have come for your children, and your souls
The fire gave power over life and death

For what mind can resist the temptation of rage
Given blessings from the mouths of mere men
We were transformed into demons of hate
Then left fearful in the wake of our carnage

With subjugation and War deep within our hearts
I wonder who will survive this test of mortal men

There was no warning, we did not prepare
When Famine descended, in pitch black essence
He touched the water and it turned a sickening green
Death spreads from the source to all

What drives a man to madness
Starvation – bringing the beast, discarding the conscious
Left in your estates to wither and dry

Alone, and abandoned, you question your life
What value is gold when the whole world has died

A world torn apart by man’s quest for triumph
The dark seeds of war festering within each of us
Driven mad by hunger, the loss and fear
Waiting for the final blow to fall

Emerging at night, in sickening pallor
The pale horse - its rider - a corpse
In absolute silence, the somber truth
I am become death

These are the worst of the trials we face
Descending with fearsome presence
Apocalypse; the test of existence
At the end of all mankind

The red flames came forth, roaring a name in thunder
I am War
I have come for your children, and your souls
Seen as both hero and antichrist

Giving physical recognition to the purest hatred of ourselves
The rejection of our image and embodiment of true disgust
Can not and will not deny our appetite for violence
Can not escape our own selfish hate.

A world torn apart by man’s quest for triumph
The dark seeds of war festering within each of us
We were transformed into demons of hate
Then left fearful in the wake of our carnage

There was no warning, we did not prepare
When Famine descended, in pitch black essence
He touched the water and it turned a sickening green
Death spreads from the source to all

What drives a man to madness
Starvation – bringing the beast, discarding the conscious
Left in your estates to wither and dry

The last semblance of life extinguished
Winds howl, the fires rage
Water flows like a poisonous snake
The IV have brought the apocalypse

Death takes hold


2. THE KINSLAYER

And here I am,
Walking through the shattered kingdom
I pause only to silence
A survivor’s pitiful cry for mercy

I am a souless man, a faceless man
An Agent of justice, beyond mortal reproach

Past life of mediocrity, abandoned
I am self-sent; I am beyond all life and death
My pity equivalent to the headsman's conscience
Non-existent in the free-fall of the axe

Gone beyond the thoughts of the living
Awakened the finality of life
For this hell on earth to end
I must kill my enemy, and my kin

With the knowledge of this enemy
Who still draws breath after breath
Kindles violent rage once more
No time for pause, no time for rest

Past life of mediocrity, abandoned
I am self-sent, I am beyond all life and death
My pity equivalent to the headsman's conscience
Non-existent in the free-fall of the axe

Survivor of death, you inherit only corpses
And when you fall, your soul is sacrifice

The story will be told; my name will be cursed
From the same loins we sprang
The honourable remembered, the contemptible unspoken
Origins seen through eyes sharing truth

There is little left in me to care
How history will reflect my actions here
All that matters, is the death of the adversary
They will call me the Kinslayer

When my true nature is revealed
Evil acts beget evil hearts
Evil deeds
They will call me Cain, and he, Abel

As antithesis to good
Due to the entropic nature
Of lives defined by men
Much weaker than I

For as brothers we were born
As enemies we will die
Betrayal and hate form the width of the divide
His deeds will not go unpunished

The story will be told; my name will be cursed
from the same loins we sprang
The honourable remembered
The contemptable unspoken
origins seen through eyes sharing truth

All that matters, is the death of the adversary
They will call me the Kinslayer

And though I walk this path alone
Many echo my thoughts of justice
Knowing not that I am the one who was sent

To end the reign of this tyrant
They see me and scorn my presence
I was never meant to be their hero

Past life of mediocrity, abandoned
I am self-sent, I am beyond all life and death

Gone beyond the thoughts of the living
Awakened the finality of life
For this hell on earth to end
I must kill my enemy, and my kin

Henceforth, I am a souless man, a faceless man
With the knowledge of this enemy
Walking through the shattered kingdom


3. THE STRUGGLE FOR EXISTENCE - PART IV - RE-AWAKENING

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