My Brother, My Brothers.

I just became like you

Rage,

Anger.

A Monster.

It feels good to grab your neck,

to take life, to take vengeance.

I let go,

I step back,

I sit.

I will

not reach out against you. 

My hand will not reach out to harm

lest it being cut off and thrown in the pits of hell.

My brother, my brothers 

to harm you would harm me more

to replay horrors just like these 

over and over and, 

know the sin I've done and,

yet live as if righteous.

No.

I just became like you

horror,

hatred.

The devil himself.

I know

right.

I know 

right from wrong.

It lies in the pit of my heart where still

I choose to do wrong often.

Why?

Is my

anger, 

hate,

sorrow,

soo deep that 

I choose my own poison over healing remedies.

Still there is

one.

One who chose my path.

With all that 

I am. 

After failure, and darkness calls me back.

With love to love. Shows me the price for love.

So extreme, just as fervent as the moods of 

anger,

hatred,

sorrow.

My brother, my brothers

I shall

not respond with just love but

with love of the most powerful because, he has shown me.

I will

show you love.