Adapt story tad more

 

Invested hour power

 Time’s ticking talons tear through dawn, 

Frenzied flutters, fleeting and forlorn. 

Sow with purpose, for seconds don’t wait;

Misused youth seals an unyielding fate.

It me fool them

 

Scorch my nights

 

Upon the pallid night there burned, 

A hundred wicks, their fates discerned, 

Each flame a siren, softly singing, 

To wings of gossamer, swiftly winging.

Oh, luring light! Oh, fatal glow! 

Thy warmth belies the sting I know. 

What sweetened doom dost thou bestow, 

Upon the fragile moth laid low?

Yet still I’m drawn, though reason wanes, 

To skies alit with scorching pains. 

So many candles, time so fleet, 

And shadows whisper of defeat.

Still, let me burn, and let me fly, 

If but to taste the blazing sky. 

For in my ruin, I have won - 

To know the fire, before I'm gone.

Unknowable future religion victims

 

Give book made resources

 

Glory looking temporary man