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The sun has set, and the moon has been raked into a hairy bag. In a once beautiful park in a city now destroyed. I see blood has splattered in all directions. Look, the high towers and buildings have been flattened in a gigantic earthquake. Everywhere across a large surface, many enormous sinkholes appear. From the sky it looks like a black blot upon blot.  

The destruction cannot be assessed financially. Multitudes attempt to escape the misery. This scenario is indeed not a joke. Everyone is busy treading clay in the mud. But worldwide the same happens in this and that, and the Red Cross just sends help in a lamentable few crates.   

Then I see a skinny child and an emaciated cat. Greedily they lick a few crumbs from one and the same bowl. I hear a big Voice call: This diverse nation-group has mocked and provoked God in every possible way. Therefore the sun has set over them and the moon has been raked out into a hairy bag.