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The Parade

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They stand, juxtaposed, under the full moonlight
They possess no mercy
They come forth, a black parade,
A menancing wave washing over the land
Seeking to devour the weak sinful souls of the public
Their souls, like stained cotton,
Tainted and irreversible
On this night of terror
They proceed onward
Like a flood washing put each and every speck
Judgement day is here



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