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I hear a voice singing: Oh, here comes a thing, oh worldling, that will destroy a multitude of people. I see little lights hanging on a string in a tree. While a pitch-black night spreads out wider and wider around it.

I feel a strange, deadly cold brought over the West. With blizzards upon blizzards devouring multitudes, frozen to death. I see a very bitter cup being poured in for the world. South Africa is one of the first that must drink of it.

I smell something on the African continent that stinks disgustingly. I see countless corpses lying there, decomposing. I hear a voice singing warningly: Oh, here comes a thing, oh worldling, that will bring peoples and nations to bloodthirsty destruction. Around the sun and the moon, a circle is shining, simultaneously, in the same night and day.

I hear angels sadly singing a warning, while demons are madly, extravagantly frolicking around. Yes, they celebrate and dance adoringly around the monstrous beast. The bankers and kings are extremely well-disposed to this hellish festival. This, while the current commercial system sinks deeper and deeper into the swamp.

The digital mark is brought ever closer after this. I see an incurable bleeding wound never to be healed. And I hear a voice singing: Too late to try to wring hands together in prayer now. For here comes a thing, oh worldling, that will kill and bring a multitude of multitudes to eternal bondage.