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With the oil in our lamp almost completely evaporated. And on top of this, the last sand is running out of the hourglass. With cramping calves, the pilgrim stumbles with his last strength through the desert sand.

I hear a voice calling: From here to there, globally the whole world will burn. In Africa land with Cain-Cush as the eternal child of shame. There famine and plague walk hand in hand like allies.

With no more job opportunities vacant anywhere. Production in factories stands dead, dormant. With no value attached to the rand anymore, almost all cash disappears overnight.

With the oil in the prepper lamp almost completely evaporated to the bottom, the foolish virgin calls out to the wise virgin: Oh, just give me your hand to save me, please.

But the answer comes: Just look up at the sky in the middle of the evening. And see in the constellations, there Wormwood is shining and it catches the whole world completely off guard. Yes, with father Time already long in the tooth, from the hourglass the very last sand now runs frighteningly fast.