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I hear a woman calling: Oh, we were robbed of our last bit of flour. Is there perhaps someone who will share his last bit of flour with us? I hear a hungry child moaning. In our house there is nothing for the stomach or the throat. I hear his father ordering him. There is no time for playing, therefore make yourself handy and go and steal. Look, this is now the common rule for survival.  

I see a girl caressing her pet for the last time. For dinner it is divided among her family members. I hear a volk calling. Oh God, whereto now? With our governments’ hearts fossilized into stone, in our last bit of oil and flour there is now even arsenic. The masses are now emaciated and skinny to the bone, globally it is now just skin and bone everywhere.   

Someone weeps in the crush of the mark, under the beast’s emblem. We, the worldling, are now sitting there with a big problem. Yes, a modern slave also does not ever oppose his world-boss. Ironically, the liberal is now deprived of all his human rights, like an aborted foetus. There is nobody that wants to take any notice of their corny slogans.   

In the big drought, without hope, rain or blessing, the weather just becomes more extreme. Flood and drought oppose each other in competition. Yes, with the time now completely strange and so obscene. I hear a skinny, hungry man call:  For the survival of my family, I will murder and steal. But look, nowhere is there anybody that has anything left that can be taken from them.