Even a foolish child can grow up in the right way
When he learns what pain is
  Knowing pain controls one's thoughts and decisions
  It can discern the difference between goals and wishes.
If you don't share someone's pain, you can never understand them
Which will create the same underhand men
  But just because you can understand them
Doesn't mean you can come to an agreement
Because what you value may not mean anything to them.
We're both of the same breed, after all
We all fall
  Motives for war are of no concern, the World will continue to burn
Religion, ideology, resources, land, grudges, love, or just because
As long as there is cause,  it's enough to start a war.
Reasons can be thought up after the fact, human nature pursues strife
In fact, that is the purpose of human life
You think you're the only ones who matters!?
You think the world will go by your standards!?
You and I are no different
We each act according to our own sense of justice
We do whatever we need to do for ourselves.
Dying like trash, never ending hatred, pain that never heals
  You think you can put off death?
You must accept
   That peace made you foolish and thoughtless
None are selfless
  If you **** someone, someone else will **** you
That is true
  This hatred binds us together
Forever
I want you to feel pain, to think about pain, to accept pain, to know pain.

Look at my eyes,
One of them is a fake cause I lost it in an accident. Since then, I've been seeing the past in one eye, and the present in the other, so I thought I could only see patches of reality, never the whole picture.
I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from…
Heh, Before I knew it, the dream was all over.
I don't understand either
But, whatever happens, happens
I’m not going there to die; I’m going to find out if I’m really alive.

If there is any that think they can go beyond my despair then let them try,
Ever since that day, I have lived a lie, the lie of living.
It wasn't me who was wrong, it was the world
the same one that is now in great peril
What do you do when there is an evil you cannot defeat? Win by any means
Do you stain your hands with evil to destroy evil? Do you survive by killing the weak and feeble?
Or do you remain steadfastly just and righteous, pretending evil is the rightist.
If strength is justice, then is powerlessness a crime?
I have signed a contract with a devil,
To defeat evil, I must become a greater evil
You can't change the world without getting your hands *****.
Perhaps this is what I have always wished for since that day. The loss and destruction of all. That's right, one must destroy before creating. In that case, if my conscience becomes a hindrance to me, then I will simply erase it. I have no other choice but to move forward.
This here is the foreword.