It used to take Four Horsemen in their day
To push the Apocalyptic ending through,
But streamlining has been the modern way
And now the task requires only two—
Rampage and Anomie are their names
And their functions are cleverly combined.
The first brings the chaos and the flames,
The second desolates the heart and mind.
The loud one revels in the cruder part,
Smashing the world up with an iron fist.
The quiet one has the more subtle art
And leaches away the will to resist.
From one we get the riot and the din
And the endless reek of death in the air,
From the other the emptiness within
That ensures we no longer even care.