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Under the dome of the rainbow, written on the stranded Ark’s stone-fossilized wall. Finally the hour of brimstone and fire comes. It thunders and it flashes, it hits securely. There where it sends Judgment across the entire world.

I see an angel; he stands proud and fierce. He calls: Oh human, how are you going to endure the big cataclysms? Look, more and more earthquakes are sent to your planet. The weather also just becomes more ominous and bad.  

Stooping under unprecedented snowstorms that you certainly will not be able to endure. While the wind inflames unprecedented fires across other regions, there comes an unprecedented pestilence without healing or cure. This, while famine and war only embitter everyone’s lives.   

It is too late to buy, too late to sell, is it also too late to rent? So who still wants to rub shoulders with Mammon during this period? Look, the fat is in the fire, with devouring flames in the last grain-shed. Because under the promise of the dome-shaped-rainbow, once written on a stranded Ark’s wall, the big God-promised hour of brimstone and fire finally comes.