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We've been around since dawn 
And our day is yet long 
We were lucky 
To have Orcas 
In the afternoon

Before our huts
Of fire, steel, and stone
This Earth strode alone
Palaces
Of light, blood, and bone

Ever changing, yet ever same
Characters with shared masks
But a different name

At the tips of pyramids,
The giants dance.
Even as we steal the bricks,
For a second
Of prosperity's glance

Our murderers are microscopic,
They train their harpoon.
We were lucky
To have Orcas
In the afternoon