If a moth tries to warm by a flame,
it catches fire and dies.
Another creature within the game,
falling short of its prize.
And man will fall short of his dreams,
but there's always some hope that's left.
And it matters not your team,
for we're all awarded a trophy called death.
Some argue about truths, perhaps who is right,
even wage wars in the name of their views.
However fight too hard and like the moth, you'll ignite,
in to flames you cannot refuse.
So seize the day, or the night, but just do so with care.
For some day we'll all pass on, to a place, or perhaps, nowhere.
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