Who could believe, they didn’t stop, not even once. The bets were all in, the race that never ends, occasionally a few would fall through the cracks, but they got real good at covering that up before the show. The crowds loved it, praised it, worked night and day for it. Sweat rolling off their backs, like the true thoroughbreds that they were, but then the unexpected occurred. The anomaly, the underdog not yet spoken for. A white horse strolled out onto the field and they looked and they saw the pale horse, its name was death and hell followed with him.
– Josh Fleming
Ending words taken and revised from: Johnny Cash, The Man Comes Around
Original Image by: Alex Prager