Our only chance,

is melting... burning.

Crumbling into dust.

To see hope die,

my brain becomes numb with beauty.

Now, I know...

Destruction is beauty.

I was a fool

to think I could dream

to be a normal being…

I spy,

with my little eye

even more beauty.

We live and die,

over and over again.

Always under their control!

Nothing changes.

Change is beyond our Reach...

Up in the sky.

But here?

Only burnt steel

burnt steel and corpses.

The true form of this world.

Chaos...

The one and only law.

An amazing dream...

A great insight...

But- What was it?

I have forgotten what it was

in the blur of smoke...

I no longer want to be a man...

I am nothing but a bloodthirsty lens!

An eye that feeds on death.

Do it!

Kill the girl!

Spill her blood.

Make it flow.

And after you're finished with her,

you can have me...

shower me with bullets.

And the cycle will repeat itself

a cycle

with no beginning nor end.

(from Mr. Buick in Battle angel ALITA)