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The poet dreams so he cannot let you go. |
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I feel it breathe deep and slow. |
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Feed and watch the black dog grow. |
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Feed him smoke and feed him wine. |
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Feed him lust and love and lies. |
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Taste the violence in his throat. |
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Stare right down the cursed hole. |
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Of the showdows he is heir. |
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In your heart he makes his lair. |
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Cerberus. I dub you pain. |
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Three-headed fiend. |
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A heart in chains. Shadowed sustained. |
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The poet feeds with the black dog at his throat. |
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So swallow hard, force it down. |
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From the beast reclaim your crown. |
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Brick him off and seal him up. |
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Tell yourself the coffin's shut. |
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Lightning flash and thunder roll. |
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Grumbling sky it clears it's throat. |
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Pray the storm will keep at bay. |
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That not dead but locked away. |
