My children continue to fight among themselves. I feel every blow, every hurt, and every death. I sit back and watch as my children die for their causes. I see no causes, only both claiming the other is a tyrant. There is no way for me to say who is right and who is wrong. For me to do that, it would only invoke my own Brother.
How I wish I could be among my children, to end their quarreling like a Father should. I can not just remain back and watch as my children continue to die. Not when I hear so many often praying to me to help, but if I start, could I ever stop?
It feels like such a curse. I crave to help my children, to soothe their pain. Yet if I start to help them, they will become dependant on me. That I can not allow. I must let them do as they please, but I can not forsake my own children. To condem them to death. I must do something to spare the from this life they lead or will they not only kill themselves, but me as well.
I must see my children. Not as their God, or their Father, but as one of them.
Children... I am coming.