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With nothing going well anymore, the adder now easily catches the rat. Even if you live in a palace or a shack. Patriot, patriot, it is time and your government wants your head. In treason, it was just plot upon plot. The excuse was, blame your God.

The world-fool was lied to, widely. Like a brute sheep, the worldlings are cooped-in without freedom. So listen to the tick-tock, tick-tock of the big old clock. On entertainment and pleasure there will soon also come a big prohibition. But man is lured with a green passport to illusion freedom.

Look, man is already lying ready with his head on the slaughter-block. The church now hits wildly at everyone with the stick of blame. But the state hits its citizens mercilessly with a Marshall law sjambok. They display the vaccinated as their good-luck mascot. But the rest ends up in a cattle railway carriage, like in the past.

Patriot-patriot, with nothing that wants to work out anymore. To whom do you direct your hate and grudge? Look, without further ado or any explanation your government now claims your head.  For them you must die courageously, just to rot. On top of this, soon the grasshopper and the rat also reign in pestilence and plague.

In the big famine there is nothing cooking in the empty pot. Blood now begins to clot terrifyingly in the veins everywhere. Everywhere the stink is hanging of everything that is rotting. I hear a voice asking: With all the trees that are not budding anymore, what has happened to all the bees overnight?