Oh Cain Cush from the beginning of the Word comes the first alarming report and from paradise you had to flee before the Face of Elohim, yes away from His great rage. Your self-created mud infrastructures has always only been a chaotic mud shack because the intellectual prompting of God brought on the wings of the Cool Evening Breeze was never meant for your spiritual ear and therefore you are always notorious as the stupid idiot for your foolishness and ignorance and therefore your jealous rage was once aimed at your brother Abel. As the first human-murderer you are still notorious, also through your offspring up until today, as a human slaughterer. You oh Cain-Cush is the product procreated and impregnated in the dirtiest bastard promiscuity. So just listen to the deep sigh of the planet because from your destructive vandalism she could never escape. Because just like a migratory locust, even the brightest rays of the sun is darkened into in a gloomy dark sky by your free flight. So you still just ride on the back of the skinny, scabby ox, yes in your eternal famine flight.