A Bed Of Flies

I walked in and there they were.
Abuzz in my kitchen.
A brood from below.
I stood for a moment
aghast at the sight.
But once afright 'twas over
I turned to trusty weapon
of optimal choice. (Fly swatter)

One by one, I hunted them.
One by one, they conceded
to the swift swoop
over which my weapon
came upon their lowly plight.

They fell, their descent
became a bed of flies.
None welcome,
their demise speaks
of my belief toward their
invasive nature
and the scary way
they could continue
to multiply if left unchecked.

Watching and hearing
my intense battle with this army,
soon found my children
taking up the fight.
With trained eye and chagrin
much the same as mine,
mortified at their existence,
weld swift whacks
until not a one was left
in existence.

This is how my family deals
with a pack of flies.
Better a dead bed of flies
to sweep up and discard
than to let a pack of flies
have their way in our lives.

Take note dear one
as to what a
pack of lies will do
in our minds if not
swiftly dealt with
using weapons God designed.
(The sword - the Word of God
He gives to be transformed
in the renewing of our minds.)