Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.

This Wild Swan Of A World Is No Hunter's Game.

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.

Nature Knows That People Are A Tide That Swells And In Time Will Ebb, And All Their Works Dissolve ... As For Us: We Must Uncenter Our Minds From Ourselves. We Must Unhumanize Our Views A Little And Become Confident As The Rock And Ocean That We Are Made From.