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I see a dark figure with his hat drawn low over his upturned collar. I hear a song of sorrow in a big lamentation and complaining. Man’s courage lies low, the hope is vague. The pestilence and plague reign over all of this. While the Black Horse races wild and wide across the world-plains. The false prophet raises his fist to defy God.    

He proclaims his new world-law out of Den Hague. Therefore a new, deadly plague begins in Europe. It destroys the lungs of man and animal, and bellies and stomachs. The sick ones arrive at hospitals in vain. Doctors and nurses also become sluggish to gratify their governments any longer.  With the numbers of medical doctors soon becoming extremely low; death also arrived in their midst, uninvited.     

Like it was once upon a time during the black plague, evil festers begin in skin rashes, in an unprecedented plague.  Through the abomination-mark, man has despised God and the truth was raped by the lie. The grey flag of sorrow is flying half-mast across the world. The world-citizen now pays dearly. The kings cling desperately to their last bit of power. But are soon stripped of all their luxury in their last power.