The day of death is upon us. No prayer can save you, no God protects your soul. Will do. The sun will melt the skin from your bones. You would be the equivalent of a snake crawling through the mud on its belly. The crop of the earth will be consumed by the demons sent from the dark world under your feet. The cracks will cover the earth. Because darkness consumes your mind. When you cry to the deity that leaves you and your small caste, demons will block holiness.