To the crossroad

I could not stand to see myother filled with so much anger the anger in him burned in me I could not make him let go I could not stop him he was beyond my power to at least now but those in the nexus I knew they had so much power beyond my own if I helped them I could at least hope that they might stop him it was so strange to watch him hold one to the anger his hate of God for his hate was like a burning ember in my hand but his hand were closed around mine and the more his anger the more he squeezed the has so strangely strong stronger than he should be I thought or perhaps hoped that this Irrekam would be stronger but my heart was not confident my suffering was beyond my strength to bare and then at mercy?s end I was beyond my journey and had come to these crossroad my teacher or whatever he was was standing before me and I we stood before what I would call angels for I have no other word to describe them