I hear the Grim Reaper laughing softly, scornfully, while the kings of the earth are waiting, in suspense. I hear soldiers softly praying: Oh God, just give us the necessary power while we, as cannon fodder, have to wait on our death.

I see, in a clear sunny day, a deep dark shaft. While I am peering below into the dark depths thereof, I hear a voice, in treason, yes in an inhuman command. I see the bankers dressed in black, for a big, sealed, trophy-hunt. I know that mankind will swoon in a big depression.

I hear the Grim Reaper laughing softly, satanic, while the world governments are waiting in suspense. I see how the soldiers, under martial law, rape children cruelly, while nobody considers the precious life above all. I see how soldiers take vital resources from their citizens.

I see all the national flags of the world, compiled into one big, abomination world flag. Yes, while Satan himself, as the Grim Reaper, laughs as victor for a short period. I see a pitch-black submarine with a dreadful load and then I hear a deafening bang. Then I see Europe in a pitch-black dark night.

I hear mothers pleading that God must soften His heart just a little bit. I see famine’s unmentionable big power. Everywhere in the harbors there are empty trade ships without any cargo. Yes, I hear the Grim reaper laughing softy, scornfully. And I know: the hearts of the kings and bankers will never again soften in compassion towards man.