The riders of the apocalypse don't ride alone, but come with wraiths. Seven of them are well known and have been called "the deadly sins," yet an eighth has been here all along too, and we call that wraith "racism." For, as with the others, they are often not deadly to the individual yet deadly to the world, and so belong to the horsemen.
An Ode to America
Why is it dear America,
That you are so strong of faith,
That you sing so greatly of love,
Yet permit the racism wraith,
To rob your children of security,
To bring the destruction of a war,
To escalate hell's fires,
To open negative chaos's door?
Because I wonder dear America,
If you were brought to such great faith,
As the only antidote that could ever conquer,
This callous apocalyptic wraith.
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