Maybe she had a different plan for us, forged us with different intentions.Maybe we were supposed to be gods, guardians of earth. But instead we are hounds of hell. Horsemen of the apocalypse, we ride until only rubble lays under our hooves.
Gods walk among us my friends, we tread on them each and every day. Our countries the horses and us the horsemen.
Horse of famine

Horse of death

Horse of conquest

Horse of war
