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| THE WHITE HORSE
by caboverde1 at 2/22/2009 5:20:48 AM
BEHOLD! and take heed my story..it is one of great sorrow, regret and remorse..for I am a steed of an exquisite breed who rides by the name White Horse.
My or origins they do have there traces..I hail from very far in the East..but twas on a mountainous land is where I first began..where there are fields for the poppy seed to feast....... I've been hosted by wealthy great nations..and the poorest of countries alike..I'm used by all races and colors of face..be they brown, black, yellow or white Without passport I cross your borders..by way of air, land and sea..for although me they ban there still many a man who'd willingly kneel before me. Should your curiousities better your suspicions..and very well you think you I'd fair..then upon my saddle I bid that you straddle this breeder of death and dispair. Place your foot deep into my stirup..mount me and brace yourself well..take hold of my reins of miseries and pangs and together we'll journey thru Hell! That you've dared to enter my kingdom..now my every whim prepare to appease..into your nose and veins welcome my crystal like grains and become my heir to death and disease. Should still you doubt my great powers..and question even one to be true..then loan me your ear and you shall hear of the many wonderous things I can do. I can turn your city streets into my battlefields..your suburbias I can turn into slums.. I can make nations crumble..goverments tumble and turn the most moralest of men into bums. I can turn a rich man into a pauper..grant another riches beyond his belief..I can make a proud man plead an unselfish man greed and turn an honest man into a thief.. I can take a woman of ravishing beauty..make her my street walking flesh selling hag..I can make one brother slay another for less than the price of a bag. I can make a man disown his own family..make his fatherless children my slaves..I am the sower of strife..the reaper of life..I am the cold stone on many a grave. I can make a man go days without eating...keep him up for days without rest..I can make a pregnant lady turn into a junkie her baby..even before it breathes it's first breath! And should I decide to send you to prison..where you may dare to curse me a speech..just remember my firend..you'd ride me again..if only my reins were in reach..Or just maybe you'll truly try to defy me..by your suicidal death you may think a recourse..But be you not mistaken..when you appear before Satan..only to find He is I....The White Horse.  By Caboverde 2/21/09
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