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He rises, he rises, black-masked,
To the tune of Handel’s Messiah,
Nine feet tall like Goliath, he rises
And lacerates my words with his eyes.
If I break open his head
With these measly pebbles,
Another will spring fully armoured
To devour me.
And if I chop off his head
For my peace,
I will only feed my dementia
And kill myself
When I play my violin.