One's mercy became a misfortune to others, wicked beings are being made into soul source by the winner, until all are purified hell won't cease to exist.
An old knife that can cut everything, powered by imagination. There will be no heaven or hell there will be only me. I will be only me and other connected to me will be mine.
I will not fall as my only fight is the betterment of me. If I can't control myself I grit my teeth, if I lose myself I will start over and stand up, if I fall myself and be drunken with vice I will slap myself, if I lost motivation and lose my values I walk step by step and cherish the past, live the present, and grow on the future. If lost my will, my life is endangered I will kill what can be eliminated and eats what can be eaten.