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I hear a word coming from the age-old brooklet, Krit. It says: This is it, in an atom split, the whole world now becomes overheated. In black against white, I listen to the praying of soldiers in line.

I see a black pot simmering on a fire. I see an Africa-witchdoctor spitting into it. While he digs a big hole in an acre. Then Africa becomes overheated in certain places. I see scorpion-grasshoppers flying up from a deep, dark pit.     

I hear a Freemason calling: The password has always been Rut. To save the Western economy, we have to dig out our old, hidden gold. I hear another voice calling: The secret is with a descendant of an old goldsmith. He knew exactly in which spot the dolomite is split open.   

From the corner of my eye, I see a camouflaged sniper. Aiming accurately at the head of a world-leader. I hear the trigger click on an empty magazine. Before a second bullet rips his brain into pieces. I see a political party then standing deeply depressed. While their future fork into three parts.  

Then I hear a whore sobbing. I see it is Babylon, and she is depressed and downhearted. Crypto investors begin to pray desperately for just a little bit of unexpected luck. But before they could know or realise, they are caught in a trap and they are overcome by a terrifying fright.