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In the pitch-black wee hours of the night, without a glow of dawn. I hear the false prince of peace calling loudly: Yes, calling his world-order army troop. He commanded, break the courage of the conservatives now finally. Yes, suffocate them cruelly in streams of their own blood.   

Let East and West visit each other in bloody war, lighting fast. Therefore also limit all possible survival supplies worldwide. Deter the hand from the global plough, so that the masses can suffer in poverty and famine.    

Look, in an unprecedented drought, man now longs for the once destructive flood. They weep and call: It was bitter indeed, but also sweet. There was fish on the hook in our prosperity. In the Western abundance, nothing was lacking.  

On our table there was bread and even cake. With abundant butter and also cheese kept in the drainage cloth. So the people and nations were well-fed for decades.  But in the big drought that will rage worldwide, many countries soon stand famished, with only the beggar’s hat.