War looked up from the barrel sights,
enemy directly in line.
Crooked finger
pulls the trigger.
Bang."We don't have a winner"
"This is a fucking joke, that definitely hit!
Those cans should be blown to bits,
I demand my prize,
the cute cuddly bear
with the big sad eyes"
"Oooh a fortune teller,
I think I shall see what she says"
"You have a lot of death in your future,
and in your past, in fact it's encircling you.
I think my crystal ball must be cracked
or maybe my mystic Wi-Fi has been hacked"
"No dear that is all very accurate"
"It's all so bright, colourful
and loud.
How these people crowd,
It's nice to be here,
not on work business"
Pestilence muttered aloud,
candy floss around her mouth,
and a milk moustache
from the hot chocolate
she had just downed.
"The hall of mirrors,
will make you feel delirious,
bend you into all new shapes,
twist your mind, contort your brain.
Ohh this sounds good,
let's go in"
Said famine, through her sugar high.
The warped images, distort,
death becomes thin and curved,
War looms like a
nuclear mushroom cloud,
Famines head expands, then shrinks.
"Ok I think I feel a bit queasy"
Famine leaves to breath more easily.
"Let's go on the ghost train"
"Pah as if there is anything in there that could
Strike fear into the heart of death!"
"Lord D you don’t have a heart"
"Take that back"
"No, you literally don't, I can see through your rib cage"
They sit on the train,
it enters the dark tunnel,
haunting sounds funnel out,
As they turn a corner
they are pulled
through a cobwebs of fear
a beast drops down.
"Aaaaaarggggggggggggghhhhhhhh"
Screams Death
in the highest pitched voice
audible to human ears.
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