Now and again a man of cloth br turns, late at night, into a moth. br Attracted by electric lights br he rises to exotic heights. br When night gives way to a new day br the man comes back, he needs to pray, br as this is his true destiny. br (A boring job, if you ask me) . br Of course, a life with the good book br beats working as a Salvo cook, br but why the need to metamorph br into a rather useless dwarf, br with wings not made for height or speed? br Perhaps some strange, perverted need, br to balance goodness against sin br while God determines who shall win? br br So, in my search for a delusion br I've now arrived at the conclusion: br A moth inside the House Of God br is -to some folks- a trifle odd. br If you can't find Man o' the cloth br you can be sure he's in the moth.