HUMAN CULL – “STILLBORN NATION”

An unnatural stillness, but for the crumbling of brutalist tower blocks and croaking iron rods, roads strewn with rusted cars and bleached bones, a whispering wind battering the skeleton of civilisation with irradiated dust and ash, no organic matter just a blur of grey's and browns beyond the horizon. This is the future, this is the prophecy as foretold by Human Cull.