There once was a man, a young man named Kurt,
And he dug on a холм, хилл a deep trench in the dirt,
To prepare for the horsepocalypse that would come,
For he did not deny its existence like some.
No threat would be larger, and no danger higher
Than when Лошади attacked in great horse-balls of fire.
They'd roll down the mountains and fall from the sky,
And all those who had not been ready would die.
They'd crash into houses, whole buildings they'd tear,
And burn all the people, not one would they spare.
They'd crush all our armies, destroy what they please,
And decimate great world leaders with ease.
All people, all nations, all enemy forces
Would quiver with fear at the might of the horses,
And then, only then, when all humans were fried
And all countries destroyed, would the Лошади subside.
And so now Kurt dug, digging this giant hole,
So the Лошади might not devour his soul.
He dug and he dug, wasting days, even weeks,
To make himself безопасно, сейф from those man-eating freaks.
But one день he decided to be еще lazy,
And just sit there and chill out with his family.
And so he grew fatter, and lazier still,
Until he forgot about his trench on the hill.
Then one день Kurt, with his wife and two sons,
Went out to their backyard in hopes to have fun,
But conspiracies Kurt thought to be of the past,
Had come back that день to bite him in the ass.
The день had arrived, the horsepocalypse came,
And Лошади everywhere, all engulfed in huge flames,
Rained down on the people, spreading great fear,
For the time of horse-reckoning was finally here!
No threat now was larger, and no danger higher
Than these Лошади attacking in great horse-balls of fire.
They rolled down the mountains and fell from the sky,
And all those who had not been ready then died.
They crashed into houses, whole buildings they tore,
And burned all the people, to eat their charred gore.
They crushed all armies, destroyed what they pleased,
And decimated great world leaders with ease.
All people, all nations, all enemy forces
Now quivered with fear at the might of the horses,
And then, only then, when all humans were fried
And all countries destroyed, did the Лошади subside.
A lesson was taught, but none lived to have learned it,
For now all received death, seeing as they earned it.
And in his last moments, Kurt certainly knew
That being prepared is what people should do.
So lay there he did, learning this too late,
And bravely accepted his horse-given fate.
The Лошади succeeded, melted every man's face,
On the grim день that the horsepocalypse took place.
The End
And he dug on a холм, хилл a deep trench in the dirt,
To prepare for the horsepocalypse that would come,
For he did not deny its existence like some.
No threat would be larger, and no danger higher
Than when Лошади attacked in great horse-balls of fire.
They'd roll down the mountains and fall from the sky,
And all those who had not been ready would die.
They'd crash into houses, whole buildings they'd tear,
And burn all the people, not one would they spare.
They'd crush all our armies, destroy what they please,
And decimate great world leaders with ease.
All people, all nations, all enemy forces
Would quiver with fear at the might of the horses,
And then, only then, when all humans were fried
And all countries destroyed, would the Лошади subside.
And so now Kurt dug, digging this giant hole,
So the Лошади might not devour his soul.
He dug and he dug, wasting days, even weeks,
To make himself безопасно, сейф from those man-eating freaks.
But one день he decided to be еще lazy,
And just sit there and chill out with his family.
And so he grew fatter, and lazier still,
Until he forgot about his trench on the hill.
Then one день Kurt, with his wife and two sons,
Went out to their backyard in hopes to have fun,
But conspiracies Kurt thought to be of the past,
Had come back that день to bite him in the ass.
The день had arrived, the horsepocalypse came,
And Лошади everywhere, all engulfed in huge flames,
Rained down on the people, spreading great fear,
For the time of horse-reckoning was finally here!
No threat now was larger, and no danger higher
Than these Лошади attacking in great horse-balls of fire.
They rolled down the mountains and fell from the sky,
And all those who had not been ready then died.
They crashed into houses, whole buildings they tore,
And burned all the people, to eat their charred gore.
They crushed all armies, destroyed what they pleased,
And decimated great world leaders with ease.
All people, all nations, all enemy forces
Now quivered with fear at the might of the horses,
And then, only then, when all humans were fried
And all countries destroyed, did the Лошади subside.
A lesson was taught, but none lived to have learned it,
For now all received death, seeing as they earned it.
And in his last moments, Kurt certainly knew
That being prepared is what people should do.
So lay there he did, learning this too late,
And bravely accepted his horse-given fate.
The Лошади succeeded, melted every man's face,
On the grim день that the horsepocalypse took place.
The End
