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While slumbering and sleeping a little more, the population has yawned too many times, so bored.  In a lost cause, with nothing left to pinch and pare together. The Preppers are mimicked way too late. Oh, therefore what shall we do in a country already hijacked long ago?

In an emergency message the news comes.  A well-known leader of a country has died. The liberal becomes desperate, but is quickly consoled with cheap, but sweet words. They call bravely again, our new political leader is so kind. Oh, how sweet is their sleep, in their boring, supposed night-vigil.

With flying bullets the enemy now hits. A multitude of refugees stand cold, hungry and naked. So, of what use are all the protests, in revolts and strikes? For a long time now nobody is listening to the cause of the masses. But the big ones are playing chess and the kings take revenge. The pawns die in vain, humiliated in indignity. Through the mouth of the dragon there is Blasphemous boasting now.

The soldiers stand ready, but the big ones finally make their decision. For long enough they have spoken too much. With the one brave and the other one frivolous, mockingly excessively kind.  Hell is released now in fullness onto the earth. So, a little more slumbering and a little more sleeping. The world population has completely defaulted in keeping vigil.