Ten thousand young,
All lay dead in the name of the Son,
Ten thousand and one.
And though each one had a face,
Not one had a name,
Only a number,
Only a number.
And on that day I cried with God,
Ten thousand lay under the sun.
An endless sea of faces,
Eyes burned red,
Voices burned dry,
Heavenward they cried.
And with a final thunderclap,
A final deafening roar,
We bore witness to the sound of Silence.
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