Clear the way death is coming
see how death can be so loving?
Don't you see all the children crying?
Don't you hear their voices louder?
Bless the poor who lost control
Thinking not what was in store
Take the hands of those glory.
Tell the children bloody stories
Teach them all to be alike
Have them all know the disguise
Clear the way murder is coming
See how all can end up dying?
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