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On an empty, unploughed land with no harvest. A ploughshare stands useless and rusted. On the horizon a red glow appears, with gigantic fires raging countrywide. As black as soot, the fires begin to speed across the entire continent. Farmers verywhere lose their courage and their possessions.

Nobody tires to extinguish or prevent the fires anymore. From everywhere comes the lamentation, this country belongs to others anyway. Therefore, let Judgment rage itself out now.  On a well-cared for land with a potentially good harvest. The landscape changes overnight in flood upon flood. It drives the big rivers completely off course.

Together with this, it is also the end of this hopeful harvest. Infrastructures lie totally destroyed under hail and snow. In unexpected anarchy, blood suddenly flows thick. In Africa, refugees run around aimlessly, with broken courage. And on top of this, a pestilence reacts with unprecedented speed. Before the World health organisation could know or suspect, through this the West also moves in a long funeral procession.