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A sun scorched earth,

they could not escape the light,

eyes revealed cataracts,

it had taken their sight,

the malignant growths

shadowed their humanity,

hoods could not hide their

shame, castways, here they

remain, to worship the sun

in a valley of lepors, inhale

vapors of dust and choke on

stale bread, hoping to die at

any time, praying to a false god,

they are doomed to survive