Niburu appears like an uninvited bad fairy and everything collapses under her evil magic wand. Therefore the sun will dress herself with a destructive nuclear sheen, while her radiating skirt will sweep destructively over everything. Because of this, the earth’s moon will stand dusty on one side, like a discarded tramp, ragged and embarrassed.

Threatening, the stars will step closer to the earth and furious about this the stones will answer in melted lava. The desert will destructively sweep her sand over all of this. High mountains will step into the sea and look, under all of this the old islands will suddenly give way.

The waves will roar and scream, with two thirds of the marine life suddenly gone. With the poles now soft like brittle pores, the magnetic fields begin with new paths. Yes, Absinthe has given herself over to bitter. She splits into two and therefore she will not resist the gravity of the earth this time.

With nowhere any natural peat, the plants now also resist. With the last bit of wine now matured in old barrels, it disappeared into manmade caves like primeval hieroglyphs.

Where England once was, the sea now roars and a new generation of shellfish is not in the least concerned oven her ‘Big Ben’, yes her deceased ‘big son’s’ outdated time. When Niburu will sweep her sickle tail through the cosmos, everything in her path will give way under its onslaught.