I, The Lord...

I see a dark cloud in the shape of a man, larger than the property where the monster resides...covering...speaking in tones of thunder and lightning....NO....No more....

in wordless righteous anger and a justice that only God can bring...I see a wind blowing through the house, swirling papers and showcasing the things I said and did...the love given, again and again and again and again....

I see the Angel of the Lord sitting across from him on the coffee table....saying...'see,' 'see what you have done.' bringing waking dreams of rage, of beatings and conversely love and forgiveness and kindness from the ones he has damaged and broken...

I see him tap on his forehead and say once more...'see.' a kaleidoscope of images...images of rage and screaming...of the woman in question pleading for an end to the anger and abuse...crying silently beside him in the bed...the selfish sex he called love-making...the denial of everything resembling affection...holding a mirror before him wherever he goes, no matter how he surfs the internet, watches tv/movies...a mirror in front of him, showing HIM...the real man behind the mask...