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The beast awaits me,

Armed with tooth and claw so deadly.

The death of hope was the death of us all,

Stopping our flight, starting our fall.

Black dog.

The beast, it knows my name,

And where I am.

I am to blame.

Every moment, excessive toil.

Blood on my brow burning like oil.

Black dog.

And the beast will rise.

Again and again.