Why do you need to see them?
The moon set on Valhalla.
Stars shone on the lake.
Moths destroyed themselves
On glamorously glowing
Glass screens that no one human
Could have ever dreamed.
Tell me, ranging rover, why
One small man thrives, another
Dies? Dies irae,
The wrath of the world
Is awesome for those who live
In the world wrath created.
Moons and moths perish for it.
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