If you act irresponsibly, if you react abruptly, if you repeat incessantly, if you speak uncontrollably, if you treat disrespectfully, if you allow sentimentality to enrage the land for ore, wait for the grim consequence. If you disrupt and atrocious destroy what nature protects, you’ll become nature’s regret. If nature regrets, it’ll balance you out of the equation, don’t care about nature’s negation? Self-deluded by a tingling of invincibility, you’ll gobble up deception to fatten your self-righteous, self-demeaning misdirections of what’s true to sustain ignorance untied from the pole of responsibility for as long as nature allows. You’re bound to soon discover, nature’s tricks teach harder than hollow lead-tin-yellow ones that poison who we are. Nature strives toward balance, a self-perfection never touched, always at the verge of being. If nature brim spills, you won’t be spared whatever with money you desire to cover from her. As corals suffocate, forgery is welcomed home while nature surmounts histrionic delusions. If we don't untwist the lying, havoc will inevitable attest for the crimes nature protests shouldn't be allowed to affect the renewal of her completeness.