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On the tune of a self-pitying lamentation. Comes the snot-and-tears-song of the big weeping. Look, there is something wrong with the rain, it is without any growth or blessing. The drinking water is contaminated, it shows signs of poisons, even arsenic. The people become skinny, they are just skin and bone. With their blood fossilizing in their veins because of the vaccine.

The state-leaders heard shocking news. But the big world-decision has already been taken. The masses may not know of this insurmountable problem. The last calf is quickly weaned. The meat lies dried and salted, with the fat pig deboned.

The big ones and the kings of the earth’s supplies are taken deep into the earth, to their caves. The weather now becomes completely mad and extreme. The orbit of the moon lies skew, strange and obscene. In a strange meteorite rain, big chunks of water fall and it fossilizes into colossal hailstones.

Mankind blasphemes; they scold and curse, while they simultaneously beg for a bit of blessing. Yes, on the tune of a self-pitying lamentation. Man calls: We are Godforsaken and alone. The super-rich took all that was left for themselves, to their bunkers, in the depths of the earth.

But the earth now resists willfully. In falling rock-formations, new mountains fossilize over their entrances. So Nagash, the snake, again bites man on the heel, through their own fear.   With nowhere to go now, there where they fossilize into mummies in the depths of the earth.