Like a moth to the flames

I’m not a hero Not a villain
I’m not a god I’m just a man
Staring through the hour glass
At the foot prints in the sand
I’m stripping off my armor
My battles here are done
Wave my white flag
To surrender
And fly into the sun
Like a moth to the flames…


/me Feels bad for moths

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I love bees…

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In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains

– The Boxer (Simon and Garfunkel)

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