I hear a child weeping and calling: Oh, chaos upon chaos, who will come to save us? Oh look, Caucasian has been castrated, now only an infertile, serving slave-ox. With nowhere a bit of wine anymore, on the vine there are no grapes anymore.

Raca begets his offspring in bulk now and nobody knows anymore, what is a thoroughbred sheep, and what is a cunning fox. There is no watchman on the lookout post and therefore the big ones and the kings will also silently begin to abscond.

Gangs are walking wild and loose everywhere and they murder for provisions, medicine and a little bit of food. In towns and cities the devil is loose and the infrastructure is one big mess. One child kills another with a brick and this only for a moldy, dry crust of bread.

Of his own kind, a cannibal makes flavorsome sausage for lunch and horrified by this a catholic makes the sign of the cross on his chest, in vain. A dying person calls heartbreaking: Oh I am so thirsty, but his neighbor answers: I cannot waste my last bit of water on you.

The false prince of peace, that supposedly would come to save everyone, now becomes extremely rude and gruff. A good angel calls: Oh just look at the big mess and therefore a thousand kilometer long crack appears in the earth’s crust.