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Oh it is late, but nobody is on watch. Everywhere I see how hate awakens in revenge upon revenge. The war lies wide and fallow and the dragon is flying over all of this. But like a stuck record, the media keeps on talking shit. The masses now quickly become impatient and obstinate. And the nations begin to protest and strike everywhere.

The West throws her last card. But nobody takes notice of this mandate. Multitudes are desperately seeking transport to Africa. The rich calls: look, we pay much, in ounces and also carats. But the answer comes, of what use is gold and diamonds to me, with my body so hungry and naked? Look, we now only have a taste for bread.    

Oh, it is late, with nobody on watch anymore. For the sake of survival, people desperately begin to make plans. Instead of money, supplies are traded for seed especially. But the fool still invests in entertainment. But the wise human listens to good advice. Treason begins to harm many inner circles.    

Yes, with so many family ties broken. In disdain upon disdain, man and woman begin to desert each other in the big separation. Death is standing astride, dressed in his sombre, grey attire. He is standing over a mass human-harvest, wide and fallow. He crushes them mercilessly between his fangs, with his iron jaw. Oh, it is already very, very late and this without any guards on the walls keeping watch.