The world is rumbling, tumbling, burning to ashes;
The titans are screeching, tearing, battling through clashes; (a reference to Attack on Titan by Hajime Isayama, one of my favourite anime)
The innocent lambs are bleating, fleeing, dying as prey;
We, the horsemen, are galloping out to play. (A reference to the New Testament of the Bible, with the four horsemen of the apocalypse)

We serve our righteous one, with power and might,
Mountains of riches, victor of fight.
We tread on lamb-ity to a horizon of ruin,
Bringing the reign of lambs to an intrusion.

Pestilence, the firstborn,
Infected lamb-ity with his arrow of COVID.
War, the second-born,
Slashed lamb-ity with his sword of conflict.
Famine, the third-born,
Starved lamb-ity with his balance of hunger.
And I, the forever-born,
Took lamb-ity with my scythe of death.

I, ‘smiley’, knows no mercy nor empathy,
Upholder of obscurity and equality.
I never regret, but if I DO regret,
It’s the low digital resolution of my marker, monotoned palette.