That part in Lord of the Flies where Simon speaks to "Beelzebub" is awesome.

The way the flies swarm the decapitated sow's head as it oozes hot blood

That piles on the fleshy chunks of its insides,

The way Simon (pure, innocent) witnesses the gore

As it overwhelmingly invades his peace and serenity

As the last true symbol of sanity becomes the target of savagery,

Resisting the true nature of an angel,

For Hell is so beautiful it drives them insane.

All alone, barely able to stand

Head tilting, staring at the monstrosity—

At the creation (or embodiment) of the fear in humanity

At the sincere horror that urges the eyes to look away,

But the heart to race.

The blood from the wound of dishonesty, desperately escaping

Trying to evade "civility".

Blood of the beast and the saint,

Losing consciousness,

Losing his grasp…

On the natural enemy of his animalistic desires.

Slowly… fading…