The rider on the Grey horse went across the earth as the angel of death, while a foolish mankind would not at all understand, to the end, the consequences thereof. With millions of cars perished in rust, the once busy traffic on the highways came to a standstill and behold, the modern ways came to an everlasting end.

The eyes of a handful of children of the future saw this scenario without any expression and they could not understand the aimless ways of yesterday at all. So the great feast of the vultures also came to an end, and the remnant thereof was only widely spread skeletons and skulls and sneeringly they could not be ashamed of their abomination past. During their existence they could not understand the Order of God and therefore the old ways had to come to an end, for the survival of a new and better generation.   Time froze for a moment before it went over into the great destruction, yes with the matrix caught up in a microchip, while it would go around and around the earth in a forgotten orbit. So there will be a storyteller that will, in the faraway future, tell the survival story of a Rider on a Grey Horse who would go around the earth like a phantom and after that the Judgment would hit unmercifully hard. He will point at old-old infrastructures perished under rock and creeper, while he will tell of the fall of the Phoenix, with a world kingdom that will never again rise from its ashes.

Big-eyed, the children of the New Reign of Peace will listen to the tales of kings that would come and go and of the last battle of the Gog and Magog in which almost the entire mankind would die and perish under nuclear bombs. So the prophets in the faraway future will again rise and they will come and go, while they will reprimand mankind over and over again. Yes, so that the cycle of everything can again survive and so the scroll of time stays exciting, sweet to the tongue, while the contents thereof decay gall-bitter in the stomach in defecation.