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I hear the angel of death whistling a monotonous tune. In the blame of the big mistake. A messenger blows a warning on his whistle. In Africa someone calls loudly: Just look how wet our gunpowder is. Completely unexpectedly, the masses begin to murder and riot.    

In coalition a hasty decision is made regarding how to stop the problem.  Russia is summarily included as Africa-counsellor. The West desperately tries to thwart these plans. For some or other reason, a suspect chemical is sprayed in the atmosphere. It even darkens the pigment of the human skin. Then death dives down like a hungry vulture.  

The victims react like living dead, while their bodies begin to smell odd. In the blame of a big, wrong decision, a pestilence, similar to leprosy, begins to crawl over the toes and fingers of people. It ends up over the torso and the entire abdomen. Overseas visitors want to get out of Africa immediately. But their own country’s door is quickly locked to them.   

Nobody can stop or halt the lunacy that follows after this. Uncontrolled the multitudes begin to rob and loot desperately for survival. They murder wildly for just a bit of loot. I hear a voice that calls: Hell is unlocked on this continent. Hurriedly the West risks another faulty decision. Therefore the Heaven-messenger blows on his whistle, a warning in advance.