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By the rivers of Lamos where the banks are overgrown with moss. In that region a big mess begins. I hear a baby crying and his mother says: My breast is empty and my child is thirsty. Then I see a big crack in the earth’s crust. A statesman hits himself on the chest despairingly. He calls: Oh everything is just one big mess and there is nobody that can save us from the chaos and decay.

Then I see America, once it was a big colossus.  A pitch-black albatross circles al around its shoreline.  Look, this country will never ever be saved from its misery.  With good reason, even its soldiers soon begin to desert.  In their vineyards the grapes wither and rot in floods and droughts.  In their wine barrel there is very little must fermenting for wine. Yes, and on their shelves less and less provisions and food.

In both America’s, hell is now properly loose. Cities, habitats and forests are burning everywhere. Winter spreads her snow kaross in a double-measure, which will just cause more lives to be lost. I see an angel and he casts the lot. He becomes silly, he mocks and teases. He calls and asks: Who is now really the West’s idol?

He answers his own question and says: It is the big abomination-beast, born from their Satanic conspiracy. Look, they are completely besotted by their own madness.  But the mocker himself is now mocked. Therefore nothing can prosper for them anymore. Their trees will no longer bloom. While the blood in their veins will clot, in thousands upon thousands of them.

In pestilence and plague, the grasshopper and the rat now reign. Their beautiful suburbs are broken down into miserable neighborhood hovels. The masses drag their rulers heartlessly to the scaffold and the gallows. The big ones of the earth then flee to caverns and caves. But under the fall of a big continental tectonic plate, the whole lot perish at once.