He came to me in the middle of the night.
He came to take my life.
Gasoline he held in his hand.

Sleep a vague illusion.
Fear kept me alert.
My dogs killed by him.
I sat alone in the dark.

The smell came first.
Nine, one, one.
I swung my club,
I swung my club.


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