A famine is a widespread scarcity of food, caused by several factors including crop failure, overpopulation, or government policies. This phenomenon is usually accompanied or followed by regional malnutrition, starvation, epidemic, and increased mortality. Nearly every continent in the world has experienced a period of famine throughout history. Many countries continue to have extreme cases of famine.
Emergency measures in relieving famine primarily include providing deficient micronutrients, such as vitamins and minerals, through fortified sachet powders or directly through supplements. The famine relief model increasingly used by aid groups calls for giving cash or cash vouchers to the hungry to pay local farmers instead of buying food from donor countries, often required by law, as it wastes money on transport costs, but more importantly, it perpetuates the cycle of dependency on foreign imports rather than helping to create real local stability through agricultural abundance. Such independence however does rest upon local conditions of soil, water, temperature and so on.
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Cadence Simon (Perinda Lowe), Conner Chase (Brendan O'Donnell) and Charles 'Ruckus' Sisper (Altorro Prince Black) journey to the location of a secret cult compound in search of two of their own. When they come under attack from an unknown force, they fortify and barricade themselves in a strategic position with an experimental all female squad capable of conducting operations in the spiritual realm. Who will survive to see the sun rise?
When night falls, evil rises.
The Wait Is Over
The world may be ending, but the party's just begun.
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The four Horsemen of the Apocalypse as you've never seem them before. This short 10 minute comedy looks at the effect these four men can unintentionally have, especially on the poor hapless waitress caught in the middle, when they meet up in a country pub to discuss work.
Four men in a pub. Could be the beginning of a joke; it isn't.
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Jimmy Cuervo is a down-on-his-luck ex-con living in a polluted mining town on a reservation that would run him out of town if not for the remainder of his probation. With his time nearly finished, he plans to start a new life with his girlfriend Lily , and leave the town for good. But Luc Crash and Lola Byrne head up a local gang of local Satanists who murder Jimmy and Lily in a brutally ritualistic slaying that they hope will conjure the rebirth of the Antichrist. When the legend of the Crow returns Jimmy from the dead, Jimmy heads out on a one-man path of vengeance that will lead him to El Nino, the leader of the gang that Luc and Lola are in.
Keywords: back-from-the-dead, based-on-comic, based-on-comic-book, based-on-novel, black-magician, character-name-in-title, crow, dark-hero, diabolical, eye-gouging
He will not rest until he gets his vengeance.
Passion..Revenge...Eternity.
Jimmy Cuervo: She believed in you. She believed in all of you.::Harold: She believed in fairy tales. Who are you to tell me what she believed in?::Jimmy Cuervo: I'm the fairy fucking godfather that's gonna save your fairy fucking tails.
Jimmy Cuervo: Don't you have any respect for the dead?
Jimmy Cuervo: You are gonna fucking die!
Jimmy Cuervo: Quoth the raven nevermore, motherfucker!
Jimmy Cuervo: Someone owes me two lifetimes and a set of perfect blue eyes.
Pestilence: Get off me, you damn hallucination!
Luc Crash: What's the difference between me and you, hm?::Jimmy Cuervo: I'm dead.
El Nino: He'll be your homey now and forever more!
El Nino: I now pronounce you devil and his shorty!::Lola Byrne: I love you, Lucifer.::El Nino: Well, kiss the bride, motherfucker!
El Nino: Well, wicked-ass props to you Mr. O.G. and thanks for representing all the homeboys.
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From the people that brought you the cult comedy hit Why We Had To Kill Bitch comes the short film Grim, a witty romantic comedy that turns the "Honey-there's-something-I-need-to-tell-you-about-myself" genre on it's ear. Dan wants to marry Sally. But before he'll let her say "yes" he needs to let her in on a secret about his day job, a secret so unbelievable, so shocking, so Biblical that Sally literally needs to see it to believe it.
The movie they warned you about in church
War: Well, how 'bout it?::Famine: Ok. Let's see... I'm young. I'm Jewish. And my parents are dead.
OK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the "famine"
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no "famine"
See Irish people were only ALLOWED to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat fish vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then on the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See we're like a child that's been battered
Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's fightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
ALCOHOLISM DRUG ADICTION
All desperate attempts at running
And in it's worst form
Becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
An American army regulation
Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation
'Cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"
It's not permanent but they didn't know that
Anyway during the supposed "famine"
We lost a lot more than 10% of a nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
BUT IT'S USE IN THE CONTROLLING OF OUR EDUCATION
School go on about "Black 47"
On and on about "The terrible "famine""
But what they don't say is in truth
There really never was one
So let's take a look shall we
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we're a Christian country
But we've lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
We're sufferin from POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we're doing to each other
We've even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is what's wrong with us
Our history books THE PARENT FIGURES lied to us
I see the Irish
As a race like a child
That got itself basned in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
I can't see your face
And I can't breathe your air
So I wonder why I get cold inside
When I hear your name
When we meet eye to eye
I will ask how and why
And when guilt has it's way
One lesser reason to stay
And I will see her cry
Into the fire of our youth comes the devil again
And you feel your way, feel your way
Saw you standing nigh
In the corner
Told me that you had died
And I would die when my heart was empty
Become a ghost in perpetual void
(eleanor mcevoy)
An act of God has struck us
An act of faith sustains us
But it seems hopeless
And I feel helpless to you
An act of man has hit us
Worse than any god
And I can't shield you
And I can't shelter you,but
If you're in need of comfort
I will do what I can
If I can't feed your body
I'll soothe it with my hands
If I can't ease your hunger
I'll give you all I have
To nourish and love
To nourish and love
To nourish and love
The country drenched in fever
The"princess alice" leaves her
But I can't send you
And I can't hope to save you
The hunger on this island's
Spread to every door
And I can't shield you
And I can't shelter you,but
(music by pepa/galeon/cavestany, lyrics by galeon)
turning knot rotting in my gut
got me feeling so corrupt
like a second hand politician
i'm a study in malnutrition
every star i see i'm wishing
got a deathbed at 12th and mission
new kind of...
long ago once upon a time
hundred miles an hour time flew by
now gravestones become friends
practice voo doo superstition
like an archangel from heaven
got a deathbed at 12th and mission
in need of sleep we crawl the street
american dream gone
blood dirt money hustle and scheme
american dream gone
in need of sleep we crawl the street
american dream gone
blood dirt money hustle and scheme
american dream gone
mentally unfed
spiritually dead
the flock's been misled
new kind of wicked
turning knot rotting in my gut
got me feeling so corrupt
stomach's screaming deep inside
another day got no place to hide
in need of sleep we crawl the street
american dream gone
blood dirt money hustle and scheme
american dream gone
in need of sleep we crawl the street
american dream gone
blood dirt money hustle and scheme
american dream gone
in need of sleep we crawl the street
american dream gone
blood dirt money hustle and scheme
See the tears as they flow down their face
From the hunger that hit the human race
Can't understand why their lives must be this way
We can help them along
Without a drop of strength they force down the tears
Then again what have they done that is so wrong
We can make a difference Just help them along, along
To have to live in a place without a song
We can make a difference Just help them along, along
[CHORUS:]
We can help them along
With a little love from God
They can make it all the way
Without a drop of strength they force down the tears
Then again what have they done that is so wrong
We can make a difference Just help them along, along
To have to live in a place without a song
We can make a difference Just help them along, along
We can help them along
With a little love from God
Desire for the rotten
And greedy feeble flesh
Leads to raging battles
For one to concour death
Of life is all forgotten
Consuming but the dead
In quest for rotting meat
Starving blood is shed
Haunting weak flesh carrior
My life's revived by thee
Lurking in your nightmares
But sleep so your fangs won't grind
Your life is my salvation
Dread me on your own
There's no hope, there's no escape
You can't hide I'll hunt you down!
...And drought defeated rain
But none defeated pain
So man dissension driven
Drank the blood of long gone slain
Cannibal state awake
Mankind caress the stake
Reverent paying tribute
To the flesh....
Pour your tongue down my throat
And dig your fingers in my neck
And plant your thoughts upon my cheek
So that they can grow
And feed me later on
My tongue my cheek
Im talking tongue in cheek
But anyway i mean what i say
I mean what I say
when I say
Found in human likeness
And He reduced to the standards of the earth
In famine He dealt with sufferings
And in His deeds revealed His love and faith
And all selflessness
It's with His blood we bathe
To focus on the name of the Lord Jesus
The Son of God
And in fullness God Himself
He came to our filth
And died to our sins
Rising to consecrate glory
He rose us with Him from the abyss
Breaking our blackened deeds and intent
Confident that the arms of the law can't reach you
Crack the whip, snap the backs of the ones who
elect you
The hope of the people?
What about all the promises?
So now what do we get?
But in the public eye
You're so beautiful, you're so perfect
You're dead inside, I just know it
Your skin it cuts like mine
Grab the knife let's look inside
A heart that's stitched in plastic
Now the world can see you are a fraud
The world can see you are empty
Empty
I turn feasts into mourning
And singing into weeping
I send famine through the land
And men search for a way to survive
Oh, starved to death...
With their last bit of strength
They will lay down on the dust
Just to die there
For this is what Thanis says about sons and fathers
"I will send the sword, famine
And the plagues against them
Until they are erased from this earth
I gave to them and their fathers"
Emaciated kids will sit around
Reeking and covered with flies
People will dry to skin and bones
Their bellies bloated by famine
Oh, starved to death...
With their last bit of strength
They will lay down on the dust
Just to die there
For this is what Thanis says about mothers and
daughters
"I will send the sword, famine
And the plagues against them
Until they are erased from this earth
I gave to them and their fathers"
For this is what he says
No one can be saved
No plague or disease
So she's crying and so she says to me
I've got bad news i'm having a baby
But there's nothing but dirt that i can see
So we're fucked cause we got nothing to eat
So for eight months we scrap and piss and pray
That this baby won't live a single day
And we barf, but i know it's the best way
Cause we're fucked cause we got nothing to eat
Please let me know you're my friend
Forgive us the mistakes we've made
Please let me know that you're down
Cause this baby, this body will keep us
So we're starving, her tummy's bustin' out
And the flood comes to wash away the ground
The rush of water and fear is the only sound
Cause we're fucked
Cause we got nothing to eat
Please let me know you're my friend
Forgive us the mistakes we've made
Please let me know that you're down
Cause this baby, this body will keep us
It just died
I did not kill it
It just died
Waiting with baited breath. Smelling the stench of death. Parting with a severed head. Now we're all left for dead. Sediment to the surface. They all start rolling now. Rearing the side they always hide. Deliver empty promise. Outside, inside, paralyzed by serpents eyes. Transform, reborn, through the ashes we're reborn. We'll walk this line piercing through the righteous. Without a guiding light we've found our own. This fading glory is not now what it was. The path we choose we choose alone. Wasted is the breath of every word. Poisoned tongues and tempered veins. At the throat for endless feeding. Outlive, outshine, battle scar and battle cry. Transform, reborn, through the ashes we're reborn. Transform reborn.
Just dodged a close call.
So tell me, how does it feel to put your hand in the fire and pull it back in one piece?
Connect the dots back to a sense of relief. Remember everything you did that day.
Stare at the night sky and feel the pulse beneath scars.
Count back the minutes to know how lucky you are.
Connect the dots back to a sense of relief. Remember everything you did that day.
You came so close to being alive. For what it’s worth, at least you tried.
Remember everything you did that day.
[Lyrical commentary by vocalist Nick Nowell:
"’Pyrithion House’ is about using self-abuse and suicide as a coping mechanism. At the end of the day, we don’t really understand how truly fortunate we are.”
What does Pyrithion mean exactly?
"Pyrithion is actually an evil character from a card trading game that Andy knew about somehow. I’ve never actually played the game, I’m not sure he has either."
("An UnderWorld Warrior with a human torso and arms and the head and tail of a cobra.")]
A torrid kiss ignites the flame
With these swollen hearts the fires will rage
A scar from the past sends icy rains
The warmth of love will turn healing to pain
Past scars. Jaded.
Dig away, scrape the pain
Another foot to the shovel
Bleed these wounds and drink the cup
Honor the oath two souls as one
Will we be forgiven?
This won't come easy
We fought for this in the past
Jaded and hopeless
We let it fall through the cracks
Hatred now heats the blade
It divides and it cuts
You gave in and I gave up
Through glares of disgust
Jaded
The first time was the last time
How could it get this far?
Why did it come to this?
My heart's been ripped apart
Torn by your poisoned lips
How could it get this far?
Why did it come to this?
Our souls are ripped apart
The wounds of love forget the oath
Bitterness the soil, resentment the stone
A grave of shallows filled with her bones
Buried my heartache, buried my hope
My soul now dies with her down in that hole
The swine are circling and they’ve tasted blood.
Poster children for manifest destiny, and they have become
a farm team of rednecks with cable TV and nothing better to do;
Rows of teeth waiting patiently to take the place of the newly lost.
The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of night.
They have strength in their numbers and god on their side,
waving guns in the air using pride as a guise.
Paralyzed masses with fear in their eyes, overreaching, overreacting now the spirit of the times.
Fair-weather captains directing these ships of fools.
If their hands do touch blood: ”I am innocent! They were innocent! I am innocent!”
The sound of the footsteps outside are loudest at this time of night.
They have strength in their numbers and god on their side,
waving guns in the air using pride as a guise.
It takes more than a minute to make you a man.
Arming corn-fed confederates, is that what we call a plan?
Pilate standing with one foot in his own grave, our hands are as filthy as they have ever been.
[Lyrical commentary by vocalist Nick Nowell:
“’Bigger Cages, Longer Chains!’ was an Anarchist slogan used to poke fun at the political fervor over what amounted to trivial matters. Building a wall between America and Mexico isn’t the answer to our problems, and neither is crying about it on cable television.”]
I tried to do it on my own
That time is wasted
My mind and evil has grown
I had to face it
Deliver me from this pain
Without You I have failed
Make me whole again
It's been so long since I've said Your name
I will return to You, run to your embrace
I will take shelter in Your wings
To soar above it and set me free
I want to drown in the floods of forgiveness
Pouring fire to my soul
My lungs are filled breathing in healing waters
Oh Lord tear it down, let it flow
From the valley of the dead I must ascend
Take it all away until there's nothing left
Remember things you said
Give me new hope oh Lord
Make me whole again
It's been so long since I've said Your name
I will return to You, run to your embrace
I will take shelter in Your wings
To soar above it and set me free
Now that time is wasted I had to face it