In the pitch black eye of the Pied Crow, there were all winds are blowing in all directions, like the proverbial crow’s nest. There where the hurricane is twirling around toward the end of the period, yes while the pages of the Talmud and the Bible are blowing around in a whirlwind, while burning.  

In the pitch black eye of the Great White shark, there where the Seven Seas are twirling restlessly. Yes, there where wild waves and tsunamis are terrifyingly killing on sight, before turning, goal oriented towards a new target.

In the emotionless, pitch black eye of the hybrid child, riding on the world-swing. There where the human genes and DNA betray each other unscrupulously inside one body, yes while the loathsome idol-sacrifice is roasting on the Holy Altar. There the first witness calls to the West, behold, it is forever too late to turn around.

In the pitch black eye of the Raven, the black crow, there where it turns towards an evil world in Judgment, while God discharges His Rage on the big abomination. Yes, there where kings and rulers could only sow evil upon evil, there death comes to reap big numbers.