The big hunger is slowly but surely creeping closer and the pestilence whispers secretively, it is time that the two of us must gather. In answer to this the big drought calls, look with the overwhelming floods I will now cross swords and it increases the immediate value of all food prices.

All this talking just makes the bushfires angrier now and the fire-fury says: Just try to extinguish my flames with rainwater. The super volcanoes call: I am the biggest asset of all the scales and in answer to this the mother of all earthquakes calls angrily; I am and I stay the biggest doer.

But the atmosphere begins to vibrate with the frequencies of Absinthe while he screams: Everyone shut up immediately because of all the scales I am for certain the father. But this now also makes the sun angrier and angrier and she calls, stop with the boasting; look, with my scorching heat I am nobody’s mate.

Yes, the big hunger sneaks closer, slowly but surely and the big war whispers, it has long been time for all the scales to gather and the communal motto must be: behold, for evil mankind there is no more compassion or any mercy because they are of no benefit or any worth to the kingdom of Elohim.