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take up your arms, i

I.
this road we take leads straight to war
we’re heading to war
we’re heading to war

II.
hear the clink clank sizzle and the
frantic taptaptap;
the slick swish of sword pulling out of scabbard,
the soundlessness of data whizzing through space;

the smith shop works overtime,
the smiths are overworked
(we’re always caught off guard, un
prepared
we’ll be prepared this time
we’re prepared for this)

III.
troopers gather, here’s the plan:

we’ll jump onboard the speeding train;
be careful, don’t miss it,
the target’s on the last train at midnight, mid
way across the Atlantic –
or was it the Pacific?
(how the fuck would I know I’m not a geographer)
(oh god we can’t fight this battle if we don’t know where to go – )
(who has the map give it here)
(- oh god oh god oh god)
(jesus christ, calm down!)

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