The moon

The stars

I am here

Possession

Death

Extinction 

Flies

I accept

Dead

Flies are hard to catch

Flies are free

Dead

Dead

Flies are free

I’m so glad I came here

Suffering

Takes a lot of energy

Flies are hard to catch

People are separate

Some people are more separate

Than others

Possession is death

Flies are free

And living

Buzz Buzz

The dead do not question

One another

No time for questions

No time for answers

Possession is death

Time not to know

I wish I had been peaceful

Possession

Devoid of all value

Not even a single fly will attend

Upon your death

My hands are clean

If you can’t get worshipped

In this town

You ain’t nothin’

If you can’t get worshipped,

You can always start

Your own religion

Possession is death

Shall be engraved

Upon your heart

You will think of what you love

And that is yourself

Free like flies

I will never look

At a fly

The same way again

I don’t want any

Of that salvation stuff

It’s too hard

Permanent separation

Possession is death

Many moons

Many versts from salvation

I wish I had been peaceful

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Little bee

Twice today I fished you out

Of the bird bath

With a dead leaf