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From sugar sweet to bitter gall, I hear a loud bang and see a tower and a city’s fall. I hear an announcer calling: With a big number dead, we have lost a multitude again. Mutilated corpses are displayed on sidewalks for identification. The next of kin are desperately complaining about this. But the authority orders, it is the only option.

From sugary sweet to bittersweet, the planet is swaying around like a toy ball. Nasa calls: We suspect there is something wrong with the entire universe.  Over this blare of trumpets the masses go crazy. But the scales call: It is only us, falling in Judgment like this. So from sugary sweet to bitter gall, the earth’s tectonic plates therefore now fall one after the other.