The Feast
While these old plagues spread
One more need runs low
Don't stop...feast harder
Strip what's left of this toxic land
Stuff yourself with anything you grasp
Don't stop...feast harder still
Our fates compounding
Our veins run dry
Don't stop
This can't get much worse
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