Well-placed Stones

Turn around bright eyes,

And be cut down.

Victory is ours for the taking,

Says the collector of bread.

Tomorrow is a moon and skull;

This valley will be taken,

By the throwing of well-placed stones.

Yesterday is a moon and skull;

The bones of our graveyards are behind.

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