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I stormed the house

With my rifle in my hand

Running toward the door

Shooting over and over

When the door flew open

And I entered

Searching room after room

Until I found her on the floor

Clutching the bedroom blanket

That she now wore

A middle-aged woman alone

Whose tired face was white

From the window's moonlit night

Who suddenly screamed

There is no justice anymore

You don't have the wherewithal

To stand before the face of God

As a man



Was this a dream?

Her curse stopped me cold

Just as well

I couldn't continue

Facing her cold dark stare

Her frenzied body a sign--

Beware



I ran out the door

And couldn't remember where I had been

Awakened by the morning light

Cold sweat on my forehead

I realized maybe it was my problem

No one to blame anymore

I knew I was the one

That had been alone last night