{My ultimate goal
in my miserable existence
is to do something
someone will remember.}
I can barely hear my own breathing. Something is taking over my mind and its tearing all rational thought from me. Oh Allah! Please... help me. I can't help pulling my Gundam farther into space.
{My ultimate goal
in my life
is to bring life
then destroy it.}
Allah! Allah! I know there are people on those colonies. I know there are people there! How can I possibly think of... AH! NO! I can't! I can't hurt them! I can't hurt the people I've sworn to protect! I've helped them face Oz, I've helped them survive and now I want to kill them! What's wrong with me?!
{Any hope of living
is now diminished,
ejected from my mind
rejected by my being.}
I raise my scimitars up. I know there are people there, but I don't care. Something's corrupted my mind. It doesn't matter if they die. Voices inside my head tell me that it doesn't matter. They'll all die anyway and this is their time!
{It would be better in the fiery
pit of blackest Hell,
where it would rot
for all eternity.}
They don't need to live in this Hell. Always fighting. Always running. Always defending themselves against people like Oz and me. They shouldn't have to put up with this. It's not fair; especially to the children who will grow up and lose their childhood and not know what it's like to run and play with other children, carefree and ... that's it. Free. Let them know freedom in DEATH!
~*~OWARI~*~