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January, February, March, fate draws her card. So war will soon also draw her sword. The Maned Lion shows his full-grown beard. The big Red Brown Bear displays his bloody nature.

Man is standing deeply burdened. The fear and anxiety simply will not subside. All kinds of supplies are desperately being stockpiled. The wheat and the grain are standing weak in the ear.

The poultry, cattle and sheep stand malnourished and emaciated. The dairy products make the people sick and nauseous. With electricity now precious and scarce, the last bit of food is not cooked properly either.

On just one string, the end times are strumming on monotonously. With so many cataclysms staring humanity in the face. January, February, March, home and hearth, everyone is now holding emergency councils.

They cry: Let us unanimously form a laager so that we can gather together. But all that happens is that in a mismatch, friend and foe interbreed in vain, in sin.