My sister has seen me on top of the world and at the fathoms of a bottomless pit.  There she gave me the moniker...St. Anger.  
I've wasted so much life and blackened my soul so badly with hate and anger that it now longs to balance those years of self hate and worldly fate with truth and love.

I spoke with her today....she came to kiss my mom....she looked into my eyes and started to cry....tears of joy for she saw in me a brand new spark of life, the passing of all life's strife rife with distrust, no love just lust...hate of me hate of all....an angel caught up in the fall.  

Two words she said and that was all.....St. Love.