The measure is full and the arrow from the bow hits the target accurately. Congealed into a dimension, time, in data, is rolled into a scroll. Each sinner knows, life was no soft fruit, but indeed a hard tuber.

Yes, the entire world is mad and in every country, things are crazy. But, the world citizen staggers on, blinder than the blindest mole, even though they know that the measure is full.

The son burns brightly, then dim again, and everyone calls, now it is becoming wild. The bees die without reason in their hive, while the earth’s crust will cave in under lava in some places. The sun sets red and the mine shines dimly. The clever ones say, there is too much dust and they praise themselves over this. But, North Korea now becomes nasty and rude, with the debating battle now very rough.

The measure is full and man has failed his life-test. Yes, from the king to the fashion doll, all have just flopped. There is nobody that can stop the Judgment. Look, the crown falls from the queen’s head and her scepter changes into a mop.

The measure is full and there is a loud bang in the roof of every house. The earth jerks and trembles due to the shock and in looting and plundering the nations run amok. Everyone just steal food and load it onto any truck. The liberalist chokes on his own grudge, for long enough they were hardened in their own lie.

The measure is full, and the fires are burning in town, city, field and bush and people die in hordes. Now relieved of the satellite, everyone suddenly asks for letters and post. The prepper laughs because he loads his food comfortably on an ox while he calls, for long I have been free from the system.

The measure is full and the arrow from the bow hits the mark accurately. Congealed into a dimension, time is rolled into a scroll. Every sinner knows, life was no soft fruit but indeed a hard tuber. Yes, everyone now knows the devil was a cruel wolf, clothed innocently in soft white sheep wool.