It follows us, and we fear our selves. Every tree needs nurishment, a pillar for our havoc, and gives us the breath of life. We sing with destruction, care, and honor for all thing. These people around us, real? Why do we fly, float, swim, sink, crackle with power. There is no power, we are the alteration of energy, the displacement of Chaos, bound by the Law of the world. I want to destroy her face, replenish her life, and be free in her serenity.
I hate this destiny, some day to become a gale of light and storm. How then, how then can I replenish the world, it must be destroyed, little do we care, freedom is all that matters. HATE, the shadow of the storm, blown away by the gale! Why!? The repitition of saving lives and destroying demons! There is no demon, there is no human, there are only elements, only life, death.
I hate this destiny, wondering, fixing, killing, helping, destroying, without cause wondering.

I love this destiny, free to be, free to destroy, free to flow. There is no Jett, only elements, only life, our death.