Candle Styx

So it goes moths gather round a flame

So the mollycoddled will get theirs fanned

So sure are the popular of their fame

So sure their bullshit will go untamed

So sure the covert stirrer will not be exposed

So assured in the oohs and ahhs of worshippers

Now you know the tricks

That duped your younger self

Gullibility and ignorance helped you on

To places where you survived

But one day woke to realise

You were just a joke, accessorising their egos

Exorcist of their remorse

When the real needy are ignored

Left to build up bricks for a sufficient barrier

To keep out any love that the moths

Now flutter at you in faint wafts that do not touch the edge

While you burn

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