Demise of a Loved One 10/8/12 (This a dream(actually nightmare) I had)

My sister shall no longer suffer the agony because of me. She attacks me with knives, yet I do the same. My strength and anger towards the man digs deep into her soul. My spasmodic behavior takes hold to end her suffering, but I do it with hate towards her NOT him! The tears of love shed like rivers of pain down my red cheeks. The man that made us do this was like a brigand, taking our love for each other and crushing it to from hate. Our love is perennial, yet our hate shines through, as if we are stars. We have never stopped moving with sisterly passion, but our appearance is as if we have not love, but fiery hate. Although I relieved her of my afflictions towards her, the demise of her soul has yet to register with my precious heart. The dagger-like pain shot through my heart and pierced my soul. My being, no longer pure and innocent, has become circumspect with plans for revenge against my kin. Mine own kin has made my connection with my sister irreparable, yet we still communicate, our souls were reprobated to everlasting fidelity. My growing disgust towards the man was taken out upon my sister and yet I have not with held my responsibility for the brutal actions, I partook. I blame the man for my lust, heart-ache, solitude, and depression among other things. My own isolation is due to the deep literature that rests within me. As if, I have been cursed with all the darkness that lurks in evil. This evil is diffused by the one who defies God. Recruiting his followers to make our lives a living hell. Yet by heart I still don’t accept my everliving issues. God puts these dilemmas in front of me to test my strength and ability to overcome such things, but I’ll tell you now, I’ve lost my battle. And when another is presented, I must be stronger or I’ll keep losing.