Every night for the past week, just as I lay down on my bed and shut my eyes, a moth has entered my bedroom. It flies around for a few moments before landing on my hand, it crawls up my arm and comes to rest right on my ear, and it whispers things to me in a great and wrathful voice dripping venom with every word, maybe the voice of Lucifer himself, and the Hell he speaks to me of; Terrible things. Things that neither man nor moth should have knowledge of.

This Divine punishment was sown by the sins of my ancestors and grew like a tumor in the planter of my suffering, I yearn for the protection of God and His angels, yet I'm never answered, I just want a sign, yet God has abandoned me. My own hubris was too great for me to see my coming downfall; foolishness and utter folly. Only the dead can know peace from this agony. May God embrace me with open arms when the time arrives, my only solace is that the pain may finally end.