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In an overpopulated land where billions live. Yes, where humid heat steams in storm and monsoon. In the wild idiom of ragged green in a miserable rain season. There where wild storm and pestilence kiss each other passionately. In cold, late winters, with dead spring-blossoms.

The food-shortages come without the luxury of vegetables and fruit in flavoursome pumpkin and sugar-sweet orange. In the red tide, the crayfish perish together with galleon and abalone. In the big food shortage, the deadly harpoon is drawn again. The aready endangered whale becomes oil and protein again to the Oriental millions.

In the dead season, where Death initiates man and animal in famine. The sun shines a murderous rust-red maroon. With a hateful media that hides the truth from the masses. Therefore the people and nations will never again reconcile with their governments.

Among blood-ties, the contemptible spy prowls around unscrupulously. Thousands are tortured under the nasty sting of Revelation’s scorpion. In big bombs that will “BOOM”, radiation will flower into enormous mushrooms in nuclear explosions. Loved ones greet each other, with the farewell kiss, of the very last kiss.

In the dead season, with ration upon ration. There comes a big shortage of textiles like wool and cotton. On a planet with billions upon billions of consumers. With hungry, naked children, without clothes or shoes. There where humid heat steams in storm and monsoon. In the wild idiom of ragged green, an utterly miserable rain-season comes. With only Death that will boast with large numbers, through pestilence and famine, heat and cold.