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With the ocean defeated in her own tide, the moon was ashamed by her earth and blushed blood-red. The darkness went past her, in streaks like a hairy bag. In that moment, the Phoenix perished into ashes. In its place, a dragon stood up.

The East hit at the West as mighty war-machine. But the West’s plans were also already contrived. With a nuclear bomb she hit back aggressively. But the big famine hit the hardest. In America, the enormous grain fields stood without harvest.  

Globally there was no alternative plan to be made for meat and dairy products. The livestock and poultry also went under without fodder crops.  The red warning lights were now on, globally. Rations was the survival-plan’s desperate name. But the big pestilence came and opposed her with quarantine.

With the big solar eclipse, the dragon gave birth. And look, the name of the monstrosity was Leviathan. With the whole world perishing, it was too late to reprimand any longer. In the birth of delusion, the spirit of terror went across the earth. I heard a voice calling: It is too late to mourn and too late for a tear. Look, the darkness already came and in streaks it stood like a hairy bag before the blood-red moon.