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Overlooks....a land condemned. Persecuted sun has fled Eternal midnight banes, Winter of discontent Surrounded by haunted rows of brittle dead crops Farmers perish. A multitude of children and of women and of men, an army of none. The weak will not succeed! Death Drums Beat. Uncounted heap....led aimlessly, Towards a slit in the side of a dune, several fall....the way is paved, with slabs of human flesh, A flock recoils.... Helpless masses, scattered like unborn larvae. He pulls his terror throttle A flood of muticoloured shame, Fills his shallow pit, Bonfire Smouldering Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn. Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless Expressionless, emotionless As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats As he analyzes his mummified treats The last sunspots of a surrogate dawn. Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector... Famine Sector...

Medieval Famine Sector