Imagine being God, you would have the power to choose...

May the heart that has already died rot inside, but may such a heart not infect the veins with its resentment and hatred.

All idiots, all hypocrites...

So mean, so mean...

I hate them...

All of them.

One day the Punching Bag will tear again, and you won't have any more thread and needle to sew it back together.

Nothing is infinite, the Punching Bag won't the able to handle so many punches.

Steal and you're a thief, don't steal and you're poor.

Work and you're condemned...

"Slavery" is the only way to feed yourself.

You spend years of your life trying to get that "Slavery".

It's not like if you had a choice...

Oh, oh, the misery...

If there's a chance something could go wrong,

Well, it's going to go wrong for me.

Falling...

Be an angel... Free to walk in the limited hands of a being who commands you..

Or be a demon.. bound by the chains of freedom...

They hate me, and nothing will change that fact.

There is no present or future that can change my past.

If they hate my past, they hate me, all of them.

Your blood overflows twice as much, you are a living shield that cares.

But you know that no one looks at you as a sword, but rather as a shield that serves only to suffer.