Island raiders
Pointed uphill
They climb up walls
And over sills
They grease our floors
With scores and scores
Of random kills
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We probably will
Stack our swords
High with kills

Mound to mountain
Keeping in file (heaping and vile?)
So we build a city
Atop the pile
And try to start
A life anew
We wait for the raiders
Me and you
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We probably will
Stack our swords
High with kills

We hold each other
Ill-prepared
And get involved
In world affairs
We recline in
The shade of guns
Only in heaven
Is our work done
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We probably will
Stack our swords
High with kills