Don't distrust the ocean because the ocean is full of sand. You will be composed of sand, too, sooner or later.

Never trust life. Only ever trust belief. How could you trust what you can barely know?

Never again envy victory. Only ever envy memory. How could you envy what you can hardly ever see?

The void cries. The void rejoices. The void wails with pride because it feels the memory that it will never have.

The tree shakes. The tree moans. The tree howls with rage because it hears the belief that it will never have.

Don't trust the sky because the sky is full of light. You will be full of light, too, when the time comes.

Don't trust the sky because the sky is covered in soil. You will be composed of soil, too, eventually.

The forest is made of light. The mountain is made of light. We are all made of light and it's about time.

Hardly ever distrust anger. Only ever distrust victory. How could you distrust what you can never see?

The void dances. The void cries. The void screams with confusion because it hears the fear that it will never have.

Probably never long for art. Only ever long for memory. How could you long for what you can probably never feel?

Never again envy bones. Only ever envy life. How could you envy what you can barely know?

The ocean is made of tar. The tree is made of tar. We are all made of tar and but it won't always be that way.

The mountain is made of blood. The void is made of blood. We are all made of blood and it's perfect.

The river rejoices. The river shakes. The river rejoices with terror because it feels the honey that it will never have.

The void is made of tar. The cloud is made of tar. We are all made of tar and we all wail and rejoice in rage.

Don't long for the mountain because the mountain is composed of blood. You will be composed of blood, too, when the time comes.

The spider rejoices. The spider screams. The spider shakes with happiness because it knows the nothingness that it will never have.

Don't distrust the river because the river is covered in darkness. You will be full of darkness, too, in time.

Never distrust memory. Only ever distrust desire. How could you distrust what you can almost always feel?

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