Das Jüngste Gericht

Das Jüngste Gericht

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Es gibt viele Spekulationen über den Untergang der Erde, religiös als auch menschliches Schaffen. Das jüngste Gericht das über das Schaffen der Menschen urteilt, hat sein letztes Urteil gefällt. Die Menschen, die dabei sind die ganze Erde "auszusaugen", sollen ihre gerechte Strafe bekommen. Paul ist ein ganz normaler Junge dem eines Tages nur Unglücke passieren,denn das Schicksal meinte es nie gut mit ihm. Er muss mit ansehen wie seine Stadt vor seinen Augen zerstört wird und Menschen sterben. Den Glauben verloren das er dies überlebt, schafft er es zu überleben. Das Schicksal meinte es endlich gut mit ihm, doch er ist nicht der einzige und somit erkennt er ein dunkles Geheimnis der Menschheit.
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