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I listen to the howling of the wind. I see giant waves pushing the horizon of the sea. Around the moon there is a strange shiny silver, yellow-red-purple circle.

I hear Angels singing a Song of Judgment. I see beaches, towns and cities mutilated under a flood of water. I hear in a news report of islands sunk to the bottom of the sea.

I see a cup full of blood being poured out over the earth. In full flood the Judgment has begun globally. I listen to the howling of the wind. I hear a distress call ringing out in SOS. I see a mighty multitude of people drowned.

While those who would escape, devour anything, even corpses in their food shortage. Little or no help comes to bind their wounds. Their towns and cities are reduced to rubble.

Yes, I listen to the strange howling of the wind. I see the morning star shining dimly. And I know it’s too late to speculate, wonder, or think about it.