Møth et Lämp

Simple creatures
Flock about like ravens, vultures
No, like moths around a lamp
Not knowing what they flock about for
But simply blinded by the light
Pursuing goals embedded in their genes
A stream of unexpected input
Leads to an error in the function
Whose immaterial rewards
Result in anger and exhaustion
The lamp that never reached can be
Melts dreams and smolders down their wings
Forever

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