Lord of Flies

Above the earth swarm thousands

On the ground they run by the sign of the sun

In the wastes summons a voice

A voice of destruction, the calls for starvation

Abomination towards the sun

Now there is nowhere to run

Foul and cursed

A home of ugliness, torture, and pain

Take me there

The horror that hides behind this supernatural being, foul and cursed

The stench of this desert

What have I done?

He is Lord of Flies