[Starting with the final line of the opening sonnet, the Unknown Poet of the Third Galaxy plays with idea that perhaps 4 horsemen for the Apocalypse is, so to speak, "overkill"]
Has War become greater than Pestilence?
How odd!
Do the Four Horsemen now compete?
For what prize do they strive to show their excellence?
A crown of shit?
A diadem of rotting meat?
What strategy will Famine now employ?
Will Disease pull out of his sleeve some tactical trick?
Will Death reunite with his own true joy?
(And will the winner be able to make his victory stick?)
Those are sick questions to have to ask, are they not?
Do we really need to have four Horsemen at all?
Could we not get by with One?
Or would that ruin the "plot"?
Two bites from one apple were enough for one Fall
One Horseman for us all, wouldn't that be enough?
I just heard the Fenris' guttural cough!
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