The First Angel to Die

   Lord of the flies and his communicates through generations of once decaying as a god of paganist type-ish yet not pagan but his own religion of culture. To get completely dirty, covered in muck, grime, spit, shit and still come out clean every time. Wizards wish they were him as flies Wsh by the air and annoy them not knowing what the patterns of there's flying manuevers actually mean.

   To know is to know death and to know death is to one day not know death. The experience would to be foreign unless wanted to experience the existence of never existing.

   Bring forth maggots into the corpses and let the flies spread like wildfire. Bring me the influence of the dead and have me hear the spirits that have so oft consumed our people and the thoughts of whats occured on this cursed planet and the damn dust throughout the cosmos of what is known as dirt.


Save me or don't. I'll live on... I will always... Fly...