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17 Aug 2020, 5:52 pm
An original bit of writing by the I the Emperor of Death 
Little Moth
The little grey moth flutters in the night
A lost soul searching for the light
A light so very bright
But is this the warm rays of heaven?
Or the cruel flames of hell?
Can one little insignificant moth
Really tell the difference?
Many moths dancing wildly in the night
All seduced by the tempting light
No resisting the bright
The hypnotic glow from our lamps
Or the dancing flames of our campfires
Each of the fluttering souls of greys and browns
Are pulled into death regardless
The light dooms them all
But they cannot resist the call
How envious the moths must be
Of the sunny butterflies who are truly free
For they are not bound by the need for salvation
