"Brother will attack brother, father – son, and they will not be sated by one another’s blood. The flames from the fires will reach the heavens, rivers will run red, and the groans of the dying with deafen the land. A new earth will be born: alien and unfamiliar, strange and puzzling."
January 1, 1970
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