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Dressed in gothic sorrow
I watch them slowly pass
Wearing years of torment
Like vestments to a mass

Wretched Land, hell on earth
It's people bowed in shame
Relentless years of grooming
Have seared them like a flame

Three hours till destruction
The speakers blared on high
They'll be a huge reduction
Three hours till we die
No protest lines
No threatening crowds
Their doom would be unseen
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413 Trembling faces
Wild eyes and fearful stares
Little eyes were crying
And weeping filled the air
Escape was not an option
But some still chose to fight
Without a chance of victory
The slaughter took all night
Three hours till destruction
The speakers blared on high
They'll be a huge reduction
Three hours till we die
No protest lines
No threatening crowds
Their doom would be unseen
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