The Four Clowns of the Apocalypse

Ride the bumpy paths, sail unsettled seas
four horsemen by our sides, the feeling of unease
the drums blare, the gun muzzles flare
the end times approaching, but does anybody care?

The rivers run crimson, seas bleed red
seasons keep changing, as the population shake their heads
the whistle of a bullet, should have read the history books
winds of hell rise forth, should have seen the clowns vicious looks

They bare their razor sharp teeth
the smiles painted to hide the sinister knives beneath
lunacy, the buffoons that rule our seas, our lands mearly make belief
confuse the crowd to follow blind, sheep following the fox for some relief

The jokes on us, the clowns set us up
made to slip on a banana skin rug
the custard pie laced with tears and lies
thrown in the face of the land they really despise

The end is nigh, we cry oh why?
The end is here, they cheer, we fear
The end has come, they laugh we run
the end has only just begun, turn around before they fire the guns
the end has gone, so long, pray the clowns haven't won

Thanks For Reading, 

Peace & Love.

Kyle.