Mosca Naranja

When the trumpet sounded, all the earth was
Prepared. The skies divided like water,
And from the wound dropped a fat orange fly
Sticky wet with marmalade afterbirth,
Stinking, bloated, putrescence in the flesh

It proclaimed itself a god, and none dared
Dispute it. The fly was given a crown,
But in the end, it lived a life that was
Short and disgusting, just like any other fly

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