I see you hungry fly
Following me into the house
I see you disaster
Creeping up the coast
From the corner of my eye
I see you spirits
Of disagreement and delusion
Even at the grocery store
I thought I'd better feed the fly
It must want something
It looks very skinny and wan
For something that devours us
Little asterisk of death
You have no idea
What a surprise I have for you
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