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I see a pitch black crow cawing and calling: Oh croup upon croup, look, man is coughing blood. This while he also farts blood from his stomach. From flooded areas, Cholera also raises his pitch black hat. Yes, with death that wants to get it’s share here too.

I see plague upon plague and it breaks man’s courage. I hear the Knave of Spades, mocking and provoking he calls: Look, in unprecedented cold and heat, drought and flood. Everyone now grabs at their survival provisions too late.