apocalypse now

Got off his filthy mare

He is the first to arrive

Clad in the colors of waste

And excess

The preceder of Famine

Comes in creeping mist

Choking the organic original

Creating more of the artificial

Feeding humanity with materialism and greed

The more the merrier, he says

As he pulls up a bench

On top of his kingdom

And waits for his siblings

To descend below the smog