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BALLAD OF THE MOTH I ATE to touch the fire of the light, ever present yearning within within your grasp, a warmth so bright eat through fabric and through skin cannot see the walls of prison chase to and fro to find your life to set right down after you've risen and walk, willingly, to the knife the fullest dress from a small past transition always to the new a winged god, humbly stretches vast planes to get a fuller view no chance to get all of the picture always craving lunas spark controlled by drives from oldest scripture don't know why you avert the dark through your fat body you stand out dancing through the black of night when you're caught you cannot shout barely struggle, cannot fight betwixt the teeth you're caught in wire a black wet cave where you expire crushed and quartered, don't know which you tasted bland, in protein rich