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Oh, madness has given birth and from the world’s autumn tree the very last leaf falls. The whole world protests and objects. But the spirit of strife and division simply does not want to subside.

With everything now so confused, only the will of the violent still prevails. The conqueror begins to bring forth and thereby he shoves a stick in the spokes of transport and every commuter.

So times will soon become infinitely difficult. While consumers stare hungrily at empty store shelves. With an empty begging hand, the beggar dies of starvation. Because the last bit of barley has long since been cooked.

Every crumb is preserved only for the self. Oh, the decay has spread far and wide. So many developers stand with their hands in their hair. The state confiscates wildly and widely and does not heed the objections of the former owner.

With merchant ships sailing to nothing and nowhere. The heartbeat in the economic life vein is stilled. The great tribulation is also busy giving birth. But one hundred and forty-four thousand souls stand unwavering, completely incorruptible in the decision of their will. Yes, while the wise virgins faithfully wait to join their Bridegroom.