.Arrogance mounted on a poison steed
Hangman swings from a rope of conceit
Pale horse runs septic through his veins
For I am the end of all his days
A dead finger pulls the trigger to decide the final hour>We are the faces of the end
We are the architects of ruin
Fathers of rebel.
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