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The Horseman of War is getting closer. In the distant trample of his hooves one can hear cannonades, gunfire, rumble of explosions and the echo of war drums. Villages burnt to the ground, the crumbled concrete of cities, shell holes amid fertile meadows War has rushed across the world and now you follow its trace.
And you lead the army, because for you this is the only way. Because your throat is chained by the stained with blood iron-clad fist of the one who pushes brother to turn against brother. At the right and at the left hand there march the legions that have hidden the sky behind the countless standards of their states: no one is to miss the final battle of this world. But in your head there are only thoughts - of home left behind, about the people dear to your heart. You bear no grudge against them, and your past seems to be a merry bedtime story, which your mother used to tell you in a distant childhood.
Finally, the horns blare and the attack starts with the cavalry. You stand there realizing that in a glimpse you will too rush into the battle, taking your people with you, and this is the longest moment of your entire life. On the battlefield tanks and aviation smash, crush and riddle with bullets and bomb splinters what was once called humanity. Everything is mixed up in an equal mass of machines and horses, guns and swords, armours and greatcoats, for the apocalypse is eternal and he knows no time. Inspired by the speeches of butchers people continue their fight and, looking into the fetid jaws of death, spit their bodies on its teeth.
And then, right in the middle of the slaughter, he appears on the top of the hill himself. The embodiment of fury wiping off anything that stands in his way whether alive or not. And around him the Earth shakes in death agony with a presentiment of its own end. When the horseman, like a crow, rushes down the hill and for a moment of time freezes in the air over the battlefield, the convulsion cuts short, and following the flash as bright as thousand suns, everything goes plunged in sudden, black as the deep space darkness.
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