So a blood-curdling scream resounds because the measure is full and overflowing and the angel of death appears in a pitch-black garment and someone from a far dimension wants to know; is it an angel or a prophet. Someone from a completely different sphere says: behold, it is without gender and whatever it may be called, what is that messenger holding, salvation or fall. Whereupon the planet now begins to shudder terrifyingly and she calls, do not call me earth anymore but call me Mara because I am bitter now.

The name of Judgment is Cupbearer and mankind’s name is drinker and Cupbearer pours and mankind drinks while death beckons unprecedented numbers to crush and mutilate. Like silver sparkling in the sky, a faraway little light is beginning to shine brighter and brighter and on every network and also on twitter words appear that flickers warning, over water that will soon be poisonous and gall-bitter like Absinthe. There are those who already know and others who bewildered try to analyze the fast deterioration of the planet and the masses call; what will we drink and what will we eat and nowhere is there any medicine for the pestilence, sickness as well as everyday ailment.

Yes, a blood-curdling cry resounds and look, the angel of death is a converted ascetic clothed in a pitch-black cloak and garment and he calls; with what measure the world mete it is now amply measured for her and therefore a terrifying crack appears somewhere in the earth’s crust and in it the birth of a new ocean is measured for a faraway future. Yes, like silver sparkling brightly in a dark night, a faraway apparition is shining brighter and whiter and on every network and also on twitter, words appear that flicker dangerously about water that will soon be Absinthe-gall-bitter.