emptiness floating on a soft breeze;
         gently sweeping the surface,
                   the world is ingested.

envy, the one wholly pure remnant,
         is sacredly held by the breeze;
                   it becomes everything.

proceeded by greed of the empty,
            the worldy consumption is
                  everything as nothing.

existence is jealousy alive within a
            gust of melancholy winds,
                     sifting through the

infinte abyss of everything that is
            whole; the entity of true
                     whollyness residing

within the boundaries of all that
           is confined by emptiness:
                everything as nothing.



logic and analysis aren't existent.
        time rests in nowhere land.

                             envy is god.

*may the lord repent me for my sins?