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«Famine seems to be the last, the most dreadful resource of nature.

The power of population is so superior to the power of the earth to produce

subsistence for man, that premature death must in some shape or other visit the

human race. The vices of mankind are active and able ministers of depopulation.

They are the precursors in the great army of destruction, and often finish the

dreadful work themselves. But should they fail in this war of extermination,

sickly seasons, epidemics, pestilence, and plague advance in terrific array,

and sweep off their thousands and tens of thousands. Should success be still

incomplete, gigantic inevitable famine stalks in the rear, and with one mighty

blow levels the population with the food of the world.»

— Thomas Malthus, 1798. An Essay on the Principle of Population.

Chapter VII, p61

I curse you all with the truth mighty nations

You will fall to your own depopulation

Like a severed head still seeing

You heed not my call and keep believing

You have the answers you have the facts

This generation could be your last

Wait for the time to come

Slaughter the innocent

And simply pray that we have done very best

Precursors in the great family of destruction

Pestilence and plague in an array of soul abduction

Clear the way I must be saved

The success of death sees no end it is deceiving

We are the force of global misconceiving

See us united in our greed now follow death as we lead

We are the nightmares we are the plague

Trust in us to show you straight to the grave

Famine now rises high witness the multitudes die

Oh lord this is torture

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