First of, before that you are about too read this, keep in mind that this is a rough draft, written february 15th, 2018. And this is the first time I put that text into digital form.
And I looked, and behold,a pale horse.
And its rider was death.
The sky behind him red, red as blood, beneath the sky lay the victims of many tortured souls.
Death looked at me, impaling me with his empty eye-sockets.
Staring into my soul, my dark and lonesome soul.
His gaze moved from my unworthy body, looking over the fields of misery that lay before him.
The pale horse began moving forward, the rattle from her bones sent shivers down my spine. Carelessly stepping on those who entered the eternal rest.
As death rode away, I followed him.
For he was always there for me, and I was ready to become his servant, his angel of death.