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A shuttering retired widow,
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...

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