The fly that got caught in a spiders web,
didn't know that the spider
had long since been dead.
The fly just sat and waited,
completely unable to move;
Till the poor fly died slowly
from a lack of food.
How twisted is the fates,
how cruel a play can pass,
what muse is it that guides us
down such dismal paths?
The theater of life is always open,
the stage is set to entertain,
but the performers are backstage dying,
so there flesh can be fed to the worm,
who's friend is right beside him,
the maggot that becomes,
another tale of horror and
unjust outcome.
