# **SONG OF MOSQUITO**🦟

## **🦟 The Anthem of Darkness**

### Mosquito, the harbinger of night, hums its chilling tune:

| 🎵 | **Mosquito is evil, money is evil, rune is evil...** |
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*"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."* the mosquitoes sing their eerie song, mirroring the chants of those in pursuit of runes, singing a relentless **"money, money, money..."**

Just as the mosquito draws blood, so do we draw upon the runes.

In this ordinary world, we need some evil tunes to distinguish darkness from light.

### 🎶 **A Song of Vice or Virtue?**

Whether a song of wickedness or just another tune, it matters not. The runes will record such melodies. Whether they are melodious or not, only time will tell. We are merely here to voice our innate desires:

**"Money, money, money! Buzz, buzz, buzz... (endless)..."**

### 🤔 **Echoed Thoughts**

**"🦟 mosquitoes are evil"**

> 💡 **Friendly Reminder**: Just sharing some spontaneous thoughts here! 🌟 This isn't investment advice. Please do your own research and take responsibility for your risks. 🚀

### 🎤 **Let's Sing This SONG OF MOSQUITO🦟!**

### **Nocturne of Needs:SONG OF MOSQUITO**

In the hush of the falling dusk’s light,
Where shadows loom and day kisses night,
A melody drifts on wings so slight,
A chorus of need in the creeping blight.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—in the still of the shade,
Mosquitoes chant as their rounds are made.
“Money, money, money,” sings the glade,
In greed’s soft echo, the lines are laid.

Just as the needle-thin proboscis seeks,
To draw the essence that it so bleakly reeks,
So do men, with their desires and tweaks,
Search for runes, the wealth they speak.

In this realm of mingled song and cry,
Darkness splits from the light thereby.
Evil tunes in the night sky,
Mark the dance where the shadows lie.

Does it matter if songs of greed we spin,
Or if tales of vice or virtue begin?
The runes record, the nights grow thin,
And we voice our needs, from within.

Money, money, money—buzz, buzz, buzz,
The endless chant, the ceaseless hum.
From dusk till dawn, the comparisons come,
As we echo the dark, the song unsung.

Reflections in the silvered glass,
Reveal the truths that come to pass.
Both seekers of the crimson prize,
‘Neath indifferent starry skies.

Yet in this ordinary sphere,
The runes record, the fates adhere.
Evil’s tune or simple plight,
We hum along, into the night.

# **SONG OF MOSQUITO**🦟 ## **🦟 The Anthem of Darkness** ### Mosquito, the harbinger of night, hums its chilling tune: | 🎵 | **Mosquito is evil, money is evil, rune is evil...** | | ---- | ---------------------------------------------------- | | | | *"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."* the mosquitoes sing their eerie song, mirroring the chants of those in pursuit of runes, singing a relentless **"money, money, money..."** Just as the mosquito draws blood, so do we draw upon the runes. In this ordinary world, we need some evil tunes to distinguish darkness from light. ### 🎶 **A Song of Vice or Virtue?** Whether a song of wickedness or just another tune, it matters not. The runes will record such melodies. Whether they are melodious or not, only time will tell. We are merely here to voice our innate desires: **"Money, money, money! Buzz, buzz, buzz... (endless)..."** ### 🤔 **Echoed Thoughts** **"🦟 mosquitoes are evil"** > 💡 **Friendly Reminder**: Just sharing some spontaneous thoughts here! 🌟 This isn't investment advice. Please do your own research and take responsibility for your risks. 🚀 ### 🎤 **Let's Sing This SONG OF MOSQUITO🦟!** ### **Nocturne of Needs:SONG OF MOSQUITO** In the hush of the falling dusk’s light, Where shadows loom and day kisses night, A melody drifts on wings so slight, A chorus of need in the creeping blight. Buzz, buzz, buzz—in the still of the shade, Mosquitoes chant as their rounds are made. “Money, money, money,” sings the glade, In greed’s soft echo, the lines are laid. Just as the needle-thin proboscis seeks, To draw the essence that it so bleakly reeks, So do men, with their desires and tweaks, Search for runes, the wealth they speak. In this realm of mingled song and cry, Darkness splits from the light thereby. Evil tunes in the night sky, Mark the dance where the shadows lie. Does it matter if songs of greed we spin, Or if tales of vice or virtue begin? The runes record, the nights grow thin, And we voice our needs, from within. Money, money, money—buzz, buzz, buzz, The endless chant, the ceaseless hum. From dusk till dawn, the comparisons come, As we echo the dark, the song unsung. Reflections in the silvered glass, Reveal the truths that come to pass. Both seekers of the crimson prize, ‘Neath indifferent starry skies. Yet in this ordinary sphere, The runes record, the fates adhere. Evil’s tune or simple plight, We hum along, into the night.