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Something is not right somewhere in the disquiet of both man and mouse. Look, the brothel’s doors are closed. In her feat, the whore has decided she would rather die repentant and chaste. Outside in the streets comes the clamour of disorder in robbery, murder and mutiny. The sound of it comes deafeningly in the chaos of the rabble.

The once raised, clenched fists of the great world leaders fall powerlessly downwards. Whistling in a hurricane, the oceans also begin to roar mightily. Yes, the sea begins to bubble and roar terrifyingly. The storm winds begin to whistle with a mighty sound.

The windows and doors of every house are shut desperately but in vain. The atmosphere has now opened itself like a woman in labour. To give birth to a terrible burning clod. Through this, heaven and earth cross swords with each other.

Yes, because the planet has decided to rid itself of homo sapiens. Despite all this, the peoples and the nations have decided. It is time for the stench of war in brimstone and gunpowder. In this way to continue to cripple each other’s resources to the bitter end, or better loot them for their own benefit.