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I hear man complaining, and I heard them asking. How much will we still be able to bear? Look, it is just blow upon blow. Therefore, it is now certainly the very last days of this period. Everywhere it is just plague upon plague that reign. Man will certainly not escape this lot ever again. 

I hear man asking. I hear them complaining despondently. But under the heavy yoke of their sin-burden, they are mercilessly chased to the eternal abyss. On the world-war battlefield, there the mortally wounded long for the comforting words of their mothers.  At home the children weep over the dying lot of fathers, yes, their dad.

For supplies and medicine, consumers pay inhumane sums. But still there is little left for the contents of their stomachs. Soon the mourning flags will hang half-mast globally. Therefore, I hear man asking, terrified. I hear them complaining so desperately, hopeless. But everywhere it is just blow upon blow. So, it is obviously now the end of the last days indeed.