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In the sad mimicry of the last music of the deadly sick ones. Comes the funeral song of graphs flying through the roof. But the governments are busy to shoot the facts down with lies.

So, what were you thinking, oh World Health council, to offer the dying sick ones, as last false hope? Except to prohibit their very last bit of freedom of choice.

So listen tot the song, of dull, dying stars, that try to shoot off spectacularly for the last time, and everywhere it is just mass graves that appear. Yes, across an enormously big area.