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Fear grips the waiting people; their faces grow pale with fright. These “soldiers” charge like infantry; they scale the walls like picked and trained commandos. Straight forward they march, never breaking ranks. They never crowd each other. Each is right in place. No weapon can stop them.

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At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;(A)
    every face turns pale.(B)
They charge like warriors;(C)
    they scale walls like soldiers.
They all march in line,(D)
    not swerving(E) from their course.
They do not jostle each other;
    each marches straight ahead.
They plunge through defenses
    without breaking ranks.

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