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Judgement Day

I never understood the men who marched in black,
Were they there to keep us safe, or were they going to attack?
Would I be quick to judge their purpose?
All I needed was one word.
But these men could give no clues,
They were never to be heard.
So the men, they march in black, their eyes down toward the ground.
And no matter what I ask, they'll never make a sound.



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