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With a perfectly balanced scale he weighs out grain
a hard days wages for half what's need to feed you kin
Hunger becomes pandemic spreading its nauseating fog
Driving good people mad and spurring evil ones on.
Starvation drives the distended masses to arms
Battles for resources drives fighting to the farms
Genocide and destruction fueled by empty mouths
Aids the goals of his 3 brethren and their infernal mounts
But harm not the precious oil and sweet wine!
For these are tools that he uses to divide
With oil he controls the transit and commerce of grain
And to the troops go the spirits to help dull the pain.
With his control of the resources he applies his art
Conflicts give a foot hold for new plagues to start
Assisting his brother Death to execute his plan
The Black Rider Famine descends upon the land.
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