Old Ugly Trees - The Red Rider

Описание: And the second seal tore open
And a red horse emergeD
Not blood-drenched
But rust-colored
Assembled from steel plates
And silent weaponry
And power was given him
Not to slay
But to automate the end
So no one had to pull the trigger

He rode across assembly lines
Where bullets were born
Without intention

The sparks beneath hooves
Were welding fractures
Into unfinished rifles

The Red Rider spoke
Through conveyor belts
His voice the hum of production

Casings cooled on metallic tongues
Stamped with approval
Long after approval meant nothing

War was not declared
It proceeded because the machinery
Never learned how to stop

Cities did not burn out of hatred
Just overheating circuits

Streets emptied not from fear
But from scheduled logistics

Sirens wailed only because
No one shut them off

No generals commanded
No flags raised, no enemy named

Conflict became a maintenance cycle
A planned renewal, a simple continuation
Of manufactured urgency

And the Red Horse trampled borders
Painted on digital screens
Breaking them not from force
But from pixel decay

The Rider tugged on reins
Woven from fiber cables
Still pulsing long after the hands
That laid them were turned to dust

And when the dust settled

There were no heroes
No surrender, no victories

Just blinking red indicators