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Sion stands pure and fine. She prays: Oh, Abba Father, I am only Your little child. Oh, hear my sorrow and see my pain. In a world so dangerously poisonous in its evil venom. The sun has stopped shining and the light has disappeared.

Drained of Wisdom, Truth and Love. In a lost world, only a rotten brain still pulses. Nature is also in a bad mood. The fresh water springs and rivers are polluted and dirty brown.

While the sea is restless, ominous, with giant waves foaming over the beaches. The earth’s plates groan and moan and the cities are unexpectedly evacuated. Globally, many infrastructures lie in total ruins.

Look, in the mine the shafts collapse. Where many miners’ hopes disappear in deathly anguish into the depths of the earth. In the orchard there hangs a single withered sour plum. The must product in the wooden barrel has also turned into unusable vinegar wine.

Sion prays: Oh, Abba Father, I am only Your little child. But forever and ever You remain my Father, oh, how lovely, You are mine. I hear His song in angelic choir chorus. Oh maiden, so small and pure, forever and ever you also remain My little child.

Therefore know, O Sion, and know, O Jerusalem, that the sun will indeed rise again over the crest of your lives. Yes, to shine gloriously over all My children for a thousand-year reign of peace, to My Glorification.