1. They've walked amongst us, with soiled feet they move—
a journey of merry and despair.
2. They've sung amongst us, voices veiled in sapphire,
a whisper too beautiful to bear.
3. They've killed amongst us, yet no blood stains their hands—
hands of heaven, hands of earth.
4. They've eaten amongst us, their bread dipped in gold,
their wine a cup of blood.
5. They've gone ahead, past the children of men,
seeing, yet choosing not to see.
6. They've come with peace, yet sow and reap with swords.
7. They've seen amongst us, hoarding what they know,
while children cry to have.
8. And we, the children of men,
have seen and heard amongst them—
striving to reap what they conceal.
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