"The Fourth and Last Ride"

November 9, 2015

The shadows of horsemen on leather steeds draw near; With the sounds of gallops in the heavy thick fog; These faceless reins have come to ride you into an unknown fear; Out in the distance, cries and screams fade away; There is no noise to hear, but the clashing of souls to see who wins the fight; Some will go to the tunnel of bright, the others will spend their lives in an endless dark of night; At this time six blows by Gabe, is the horn that sounds tells the good to raise; The ones with wings and halos that fly in formation, but the ones I chose are like strong horse riffs, and your last ride with the, "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

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BrianJ

Hello, my name is Brian Johnson from White Bear Lake, Minnesota, & i am the Founder/Lead Investigator of: 'The Extreme Minnesota Paranormal Investigators--TEMPI--'....I am a paranormal investigator/ghost hunter and have been professionally hunting ghosts and the paranormal for about 22 years, which was way long before any of those types of ghost or paranormal shows were even on television...I have investigated hotels such as 'The Stanley Hotel' in Estes Park, CO....and also 'The Bullock Hotel' in Deadwood, SD., along with many private homes, restaurants, bars and alot of other paranormal hot spots which there are way to many for me to type....LoL....Thank-You. 'Spell-Ya Later', ~Brian Johnson~

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