A handful of corn and half a cup of must and look there are few trees left in the natural forest as well as in the established plantation and with no grapes on the bunch what is the price of a cheap bottle of wine going to be? How does one stop the hunger and how do you quench the thirst, yes with all production that will soon be just one big mess.

Yes, the corn is stale and there is fault with the oats and behold, the jar is empty because all the oil was spilled and has now been completely wasted. So what will now become of the world mass because there is no more food left on the global plate now.

Look, five are fighting over a single dry bread-crust and a sixth asks can you still remember what a piece of sausage looks like? A seventh says: I am so infinitely thirsty and an eighth answers: I wish death will come and release me.

Yes, a handful of corn and an empty cup of must, so do not save the stud bull and also slaughter the work ox because a second continent now also begs for food and famine becomes an enormous cruel colossus and the earth-crust is fragile and brittle. With everything now just one big mess, a voice calls: too late, too late to gird the loins for approaching states of emergency because the judgment has already been poured out. So what will now become of the pure as well as the impure nations because their god is only an empty illusion and death is their end, yes their end-time lot.