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