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In the claw of the world-dragon there hangs a lamp, and it is burning weakly. On brittle foundations the world has built. Therefore they will have to view the collapse of their infrastructures. I hear a voice calling: Remember, oh remember. And while a scene from the past unfolds in front of me, I remember of governments in treason and unfaithfulness.

I see the faith-institutions and churches that would mess up in every regard. I see liberal masses that proudly show off their abominations. I see prominent world institutions that snap at God, defiantly. And also legal systems that keeps on the side of injustice. While they hand out unjust punishment to the righteous.

I see how the super-rich laugh disparagingly at the poor. I see how just the very best is kept for themselves. While the needy have to ruminate on the rabble. I see the world-dragon and in his pitch-black claw there hangs a lamp and it is burning inexplicably, utterly and mortally weak.  He looks over his shoulder at the world masses following him into darkness.

While a terrifying scenario unfolds over them. I see an enormous mass grave. But it is too small to hold all the dead ones. I see the last survivors too upset to mourn. I listen to the sad call of the peacock. It sounds like the scream of a child, becoming mortally weak.