The stars are invisible.

This is not meant to scare you. I see it now. Black islands consuming the islands. Children tarred and allowed to starve. Wondering which way to the warehouse. Lining up for the warehouse. People grown in the warehouse. Return to the warehouse. Dirty, lost, city dweller following a light. Lasers flashing helicopters scanning volunteers feed the hungry paper that makes them forget about their hunger. Laughing in the doorway playing with the rats. The stars are invisible. Screeching metal grinding piercing howling machine of destruction. Tyranny of mass production under eugenic instruction wont stop till total consumption.