The myths are real, the myths are true,
they are as real, as me and you,
there are few angels, many beasts,
clip clopping right down the streets,
I try to heal, with unicorn’s tears,
but no-one has seen one of those in years,
for as I’ve said, more demons dwell,
in the story, that I’m about to tell,
give me one, right through to four,
those kings, who do abhor,
striking fear, into us all,
to make overconfidence crawl,
but the more I think, more woe is born,
it’s humanity; I see, wearing horns,
as with our actions, myths are realised,
right before our very eyes,
let a lab be defamed, by god-like hands,
let our clumsiness, sicken the lands,
we make a virus, gamble with injection,
where the coughs are hurled into attention,
in our great past-time, we recycle the hate,
let’s all run towards the gate,
with gory smiles, we enjoy the fight,
saying to mortality, good bloody night,
next, to divide ourselves, is this mistake,
we decide, who gets to eat the cake,
what we can’t afford, becomes our fear,
malnourishment means, no more years,
hence, to the one, who’s dread personified,
the result of us being brash, is to see it all die,
we have to fidget, we have to err, such pain we do birth,
before our separate dreams, become tied to the Earth,
there we have it, the band’s together, waiting in bated breath,
pestilence, war and famine, and then finally death,
our deeds have made the horsemen, so rampant and so proud,
for our natural operation, makes them so allowed,
as I’ve said before, the myths are real, as we make them so,
just look at how wide, our imagination grows,
so, the next time you question, I hope I’ve made things clearer,
if you want to see a horseman, just look in nearby mirror.