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Him.
He is stood outside my house,
His hat tipped
Benieth his brow
He is on the stairs,
Heavy as heaven
Moving, up,
One step at a time.
I hear the bells,
I know that he coming for me.
And I prepare myself
I try to barricade myself
I tell myself,
Like a man before war
I will not know what to expect
Therefore I must expect the worst
If I am to take him on.
