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Black box filled with names

Yours is in there

Try to say a prayer

Don't hold your breath

A tradition that's been followed

No questions asked

Population kept in check

Secret to the world

It won't matter if you're good

When they're standing over you

It won't matter what you say

When the stones are in their hands

Death will take you slowly

The weight crushes your bones

Murder in their eyes

The last thing that you'll see

Black box filled with names

Of family and friends

Destiny placed in the hands

Of the common man

Everyone will have their say

It's a matter of time

Who's going next

It could be your own