Through the eyes of the second horse man, I saw the third a knight in shining armor, a youth amongst the horsemen, yet he rose through the ranks at high speed. He came wearing a crown of gold, inscribed on it were the letters, “F.I.X  S.W.I.P” these are the acronyms for the toys he gives me, he and the creator of my phone, placed this there, my school tells me to use them, or as the saying goes “you might not graduate”. Immediately I connect to the internet, I am notified by this toys, the sound they make speaks a language “come let's play”. 

The horseman is deadly yet so loving, he was poison which you loved to play with, the wise detach their selves from him. The toys he gives grant knowledge, though at what cost. More time this horseman takes fro me, o the third horseman ready to take time from my hands, to see how long I spent with him I checked my screen time, I saw the numbers showed six to seven hours on an average. Now this horseman just took half of the twelve I have left, my heart's beating , no more time I guess, but I had to check for other people so I saw a global average of two hours or more this horse man could leave you with ten hours or like me six hours. Just the third horseman and it seems no time left.