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In the new Chinese year, yes, in the year of the Ox. The big chaos is roaring with laugther, mockingly. Just look at the illusion-green-pastures of this period, now just slimy, meaningless moss. And listen, there against the grey sky the wise old Albatross is cawing. Therefore know, it is now the beginning of the end of the Ouroboros.
In an unprecedented sea of flames, the green pastures and forests and bush dissapear. And hell, yes the deepest, horrible hell is loose in the entire world. The Ox weeps, he grieves over his fertility, in the loss of his lost eros. Furiously he lowers his horns, he stomps his feet and rises as a colosal colossus again.
Bellowing, he calls to his friend, the grey Horse. Death rides in its saddle and together they storm across the earth, wild, wide, free and loose. The big famine is standing like an untamed Cossack on the back of the storming ox. His name is Famine and he sows his infertile seed and man only harvests hunger and thirst.
Under drought stricken areas the earth’s crust bursts. But in other areas, unprecedented storms let the surface slide over infrastructures in terrible, dangerous mudslides. In this period, not a drop of wine or oil is wasted. Yes, because the cruel beast with his mark, he is the self-appointed, controlling prince.
Multitudes now flee, unprepared, to every possible shelter in the wilderness and bush. This while they leave their work overnight, without any explanantion or resignation letter. In unprecedented cannibalism, the human body now becomes just another source or protein and food. The remainder thereof is only used as compost.
In the Chinese year, the year of the Ox, begins the preface of the beginning and the end of the Ouroboros. Look, Nagash, the snake-serpent, cannot resist the tip of his own tail, into the entrance of his own stomach. Therefore the contents of Hades-Hell is now loose across the entire world for a short period.
Then the ox was finished weeping over his infertility through the loss of his eros. Look, the fallen Phoenix will never rise up from her fall to ashes, because all her potential was wasted on Lucifer. But from the once infertile Ox, the Bull now rises fertile, yes, there against the beautiful new sky of the big cosmos.