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Lock all the children away
The fools are marching to town
Many are reputed to me in their numbers
But few believe the tale
Eyes too blind to see their errored ways
Follow them and match to an early grave
You'd love to die for your belief
I'd kill to see you nailed to the cross
The fools are marching onward
Clear a path for the martyr brigade
