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Somewhere, something isn’t right. The floor of the one-world-order is checkered with white and black blocks.  On the already-lowered coffin of the world, the first clap sound of the clod resounds. Listen, the Knave of Spades calls loudly: On the notes of marching music this terrifying sound comes. An overcrowded boat now sails across the river of Death. Therefore play, oh flute player, on your flute. Yes, blow loudly on your bamboo-flute and gather your world-booty.

The children of the world are now looted for Hades. Therefore lift your fist now victoriously, oh Grim Reaper. While you let your mortars fly destructively across the surface of the earth.  With the whore of Babylon not chastise anymore, for long now. So everything comes to a standstill, in total disuse. So, what will the worldling use for his survival? And with what will they fill their empty stomach?

In the stench that turns up everywhere around them, they only smell their own rot. With no fruit on the world’s withered fruit tree and no edible berry on their dead shrub. With no oil or flour in the empty trade-jar. There is indeed nothing left to console the empty stomach. Yes, something isn’t right. Therefore listen to the unsettling sound of the storm wind. See the flood-waves rising high in tsunamis.

Then I hear a multitude blowing their noses mournfully. They call: Oh where is our once-beautiful city and where is our comfortable house? Then a big dyke crumbles in Europe. Everywhere there is just mud and silt. Death does not allow itself to be stopped or thwarted. Therefore seal the window-shutter quickly now. Yes, before the big onslaught of pestilence and plague, in the appearance of louse, rat and mouse.

The floor of the big Mason lodge is checkered with black and white blocks. A terrifying sound comes with marching-music. The flute player lifts his flute in revenge. On teasing notes, he leaves the arena with an enormous booty. The world-children follow him and the lights go out. In darkness, one big, dark, pitch-black boat is now sailing across the river of Death. They sail through the gate of Hell and Hades and behind them an impermeable dark hatch closes.