His name you.
When they kill people like me the flies gather around.
Not to be confused with the ones who are yew at heart, the non-murderers.
You calls people who work with him flies you know. They gather around him because of the ■■■■ he offers. And then the flies gather around our dead bodies as we lay dead and they get their rewards for our pain and demises.
You can see us around sometimes, we’re that pile of rocks sitting around your cities and towns.