poem

Übermoth haiku.

An immortal gaze,

Giant blackened compound eyes,

Atop the moths head.

Dusty brown dead wings,

As if created in hell,

Übermoth is now.

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The devil’s wheels of War.

The wheel of fortune spins again,

A war upon freedom without refrain,

Tears like Acid descend from the rain,

The hand of the wheel lands upon pain.