The Lord of the Flies

[I came across a poem/song I wrote when I was 14 or 15, written with pencil on lined notebook paper, how refreshing. Those were the days. I could create back then...so the structure is crap, but who cares? I think it's awesome.]


On helicopter wings they fly to the ground
and bury themselves in the corpse
in manic ecstasy they suck up the blood
as they crawl in, over, and around

no need to rush
there's much left to spare
soon you will learn to fly
and then we will spread our kingdom of fear
you, my friend, and I

[chorus]
sing my sweet flies
swarm of militant feasting
choreograph your beautiful dance
let your children swim
beneath the skin
and gorge until they are fat
[chorus]

decimate and destroy the calm
in an abrupt awakening of screams
infiltrate every nook and cranny
of their destined to be lost dreams

cover their bodies in blanket horde
liquefy their eyes
and then you will gather in black masses
with me, the Lord of the Flies

[chorus]
sing my sweet flies
swarm of militant feasting
choreograph your beautiful dance
let your children swim
beneath the skin
and gorge until they are fat
[chorus]

soon the world will be our playground
bleak and grey she will be
she will cry tears of blood
in a flood of carnage and eternity

guardsmen of Heaven
will fire their bows
and He will engulf the world in flames
then t'will be a lifeless land of woes
yet we'll still keep playing our games


[chorus]
sing my sweet flies
swarm of militant feasting
choreograph your beautiful dance
let your children swim
beneath the skin
and gorge until they are fat
[chorus]


and the world is reborn again and again
forever in it's cycle of pain
He will always rebuild it
and we will corrupt it

in this oblivion we'll always remain