A/N: This might have been written by Adam, or any of the humans facing down the Terrible Trio (if they knew 2010 events). Or maybe it's just my own response to them, now that I can't encounter a news story without envisioning at least one of their smirking faces. I don't include Death much, as he mostly cleans up after their mischief. Aplolgies for the double-spacing; that's how FF treats hitting "enter." It's based on Leonard Cohen's song "Democracy," but nearly every line has been significantly changed. I own none of this.

She's flying on a weapon of the sky

To Darfur and Baghdad, Kabul and Mumbai

And the men who kill for her think she's beautiful and pure

And she's lovely, but she lives for them to die

He's rising from the hunger in the street

From the lands where drought and blight and flood compete

And from the brutal conversation going on in every nation

To determine who will starve and who will eat

He's oozing through a hole in the wall

On a flood of pesticides and raw petrol

And he'll have a part to play on the Revelation day

Though his purpose I don't understand at all

From our wars against our bodies

From the smoky midday gloom

From the bomb beneath the mountain

From the noxious algal bloom

The Horsepersons are coming...and they bring our doom!

They're pretty and persuasive; they aren't what they seem

With fingers on the buttons which can turn us all to steam

I'm no demon, I'm no saint, and before their foul taint

I'm trapped up in a helpless little scream

But I'm stubborn as those germs that now resist penicillin

I'm gazing at the face of Death and I'm not giving in

The Horsepersons are coming...but they will not win!

Spin on, spin on, O precious Planet Earth

Through the storm of strife to persisting life and a new day's birth

Spin on, spin on, spin on