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With the writing on the wall, it is now the hour indeed. With food prices so expensive, there is no solution or cure for the forthcoming famine. With country-affairs so poorly managed, there is no alternative for the country to hire. With the global weather so bad, there is also little grain left in the world-shed. With electricity under total mismanagement, all the meat and diary products will also be rotten and sour soon.

With the writing on the wall, it is now the hour indeed. The pestilence is here, and many-a-country is defaced with mass-graves. With weakened muscle and swollen gland, on top of this there is blood in the kidney. With little hospital services left, where will the dying ones be sent? And with medication also so expensive, why is the doctor still hired for prescriptions?

With the end-time-writing now on the wall, it is the very last hour now indeed. For the big third world war, the cannon-barrels have already been shined to a copper-lustre. Troops are sent to the front in their thousands. Proud and fierce they stand only for a short-lived hour. Over their demise, the authorities shed no tear or move no muscle.