A Bluebottles Tale

A bluebottle's tale. Flies, dark a biblical curse flew, over Alexandria darkened the sky and hummed hell´s song. This was not butterflies, in a summer glade. A bluebottle got to a small hole in the window they were bringing profanity upon the world. I looked into its intelligent eyes a soldier drafted to bring wars and hunger to the world, (No, not a locust plaque that for its own sake headless exists.) to make wars and split nations into many pieces. God had fated humans should remove each other, he had made the error given humanity free will and refused to be held responsible for this fault. Since we are at the foothill of doom His will be done. A new breed of mankind, with small brains and no imagination. of a Zarathustra or Jung, to give us the idea that we deserved a better way to find harmony and everlasting niceness.