| Insectine man, carnivore. The shape of us, the conduct of flies |
| All-consuming swarm in inconspicuous disguise |
| Bloodseeking, parasitic. Ecstatically tracing decay |
| Thriving in the glow that death emits, the warm perfume it radiates |
| Revolting conformity. Hive mind unity |
| Excitedly their madness grind, aroused by vile ambition |
| At the sickly sweet promise of decomposition |
| Deliriously ingesting. Liquefied ruin absorbed |
| Innocence devoured by the elated horde |
| They are us, let’s not even pretend |
| Aroused and frenzied they scurry, encircling death |
| A vile swarm awaiting the final breath |
| Myriad eyes visualizing the end |
| Blackened skies. Rabid heavens descend |
| On the bereft, unforgivingly |
| Precious life debased. Our dipteran legacy embraced |
| Crack the shell. Ascend the sky |
| Rise, extend your palpitating wings |
| Crack the shell. Ascend the sky |
| Fly you disgraceful wretched things |