O give thanks unto the LORD; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people
Psalm 105.1
December 1988
Anome Sinned

With a spear in one hand and a pitchfork in the other, Carlos stood like a warrior facing the gardeners who were slowly getting closer. Miranda watched it all happen from her window, tears rolling down her chubby cheeks as she saw how heroically Carlos impaled one gardener after another on his spear. But how long could he keep it up? The rest of the farmers didn’t dare fight the gardeners. After all, they had been sent by Lord Marco, who was so toxic at the moment that everyone was afraid of him. Except for Carlos and Miranda. Dolly, Gaby, and Daisy were about to come outside to help Carlos because fatigue was setting in and soon he would no longer be able to cope. Miranda covered her face with her hands in helplessness. She picked up her Bible and began to pray. And then everyone on the battlefield was suddenly startled when a tractor drove up. The driver was in a good mood because he honked his horn continuously to let everyone know he was there. Carlos raised his hands in joy because it was Lord Herby’s assistant, who also felt betrayed and had come to the rescue.
Jose: ¡Mueran, inmundos herejes!
Carlos: Yes!!!, gracias a Dios!
Jose: Fuck Lord Marco and Lord Herby! We have to destroy these dirty dogs!
Carlos: Run over these fucking gardeners!

The tractor stood roaring in front of the crowd of gardeners, and at the push of a button by Jose, makeshift cannons appeared on the sides, which then sprayed liters of milk onto the gardeners. Moaning in pain, they dropped to the ground and fled. When all the gardeners had been sprayed away, Jose turned off his tractor and walked inside with Carlos… A new addition to Carlos and Miranda’s team to carry out the coup and overthrow Lord Marco’s regime. Miranda had already made tea, and the members of Anome Sinned sat at the table to discuss their battle plan. Jose asked if he could light his herbal cigarette. Of course you can, said Carlos, and even gave him a light.
Miranda: How are we going to defeat him, because the milk trick won’t always work.
Carlos: The underground sewers have already been poisoned and most of the ghosts have been driven away, now we just need to deal with the ones on the surface.
Dolly: Yes, but he also has that magical creature he created.
Gaby: And that’s really magical, it’s pure sorcery, no milk can compete with that.
Jose: We need something powerful, but also magical.
Miranda: But the Bible is against that, because magic is heresy.
Daisy: Um, not really, because there’s definitely something magical in it and we can try it.
Gaby: How exactly?
Daisy: invocation…
Carlos, Miranda, and Jose looked at each other. Young people often had rebellious tendencies that clashed with the old guard’s way of thinking. But… they felt that, just this once, an exception could be made. If that was the only way to gain their freedom, they would gladly cooperate…
The Grand Lodge – Laboratory
Lord Marco: Only narcissists know how to find self-love first… And I adore myself. So much so that I am going to unleash the creature…
Lord Herby: You are absolutely right, my lord, your will is law.
He brought the creature to life by blowing magical light into its eyes. The creature’s bloodthirsty eyes opened and it immediately searched for food. It sniffed everything in the lab until it saw a box, which it opened as if it were a can of sardines. It took out the naked corpse and a scent of honey and herbs filled the air of the lab. The monster was hungry but wanted some more dressing. As if he knew exactly what to do, Lord Herby decorated the corpse with bananas, grapes, mango, and sprinkled coarse grains of pepper and salt over it. A few bunches of lettuce and kale and finished with soy sauce and olive oil. The taught corpse was then devoured down to the bone by the monster. And was now ready to strike in the morning.

Lord Marco: Now I want you to roll me a nice mariihunana joint and join me.
Lord Herby: But of course, my lord…
As the two magicians smoked the joint and masturbated simultaneously, they visualized what needed to happen to regain control…
A total destruction of the farm. A complete reset. That was what Lord Marco wanted. For some time now, he had seen that he was losing his grip. It was logical, really. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. And in a state of ultra-disciplinary regime, there are always rebels who can cause resistance. His self-created monster would be his showpiece, his Trojan horse. His self-made, magic-bound hellhound that could not be stopped by anything or anyone…
The next morning…
Dolly, Gaby, and Daisy left very early and said they were going to get someone who could help them. It was a full moon and just right
Daisy took the other girls to their hiding place in the cornfields. The three girls then took off their clothes.Daisy took various items from her pocket: a bottle of red wine, a few owl heads, a mirror, and a few black candles, which she placed in a circle around her.

Gaby: Have you ever called her before?
Daisy: No, because my mother wouldn’t let me, only if there were serious problems…
Dolly: Then now is the right time…
Lilith
Goddess of darkness, Illuminate my temple in black light
Lilith
Kindle in me the excitement of the flesh under the domain of the mind
Lilith
Unleash your legions against my enemies!
The girls repeated the words Daisy spoke to summon help. The circle burst into flames around them. Dolly and Gaby were startled, but Daisy pulled them back into the circle and reassured them to continue. The ground beneath them began to shake. More and more violently. writhing snake heads protruded from the ground
And then a female figure emerged from the fire. She looked at the girls and sensed what they wanted. She slowly transformed into her human form and the ground stopped shaking… The demon queen Lilith had appeared…

Lilith: Dear earthlings of the female gender, lead me to the one who wants to harm you!
The girls put their clothes back on and ran through the cornfield back to the farm. A hellish scene of misery was unfolding there. Lord Marco’s monster had gone on a killing spree and was eating pieces of the residents. Blood and corpses colored the rivers red that flowed past the farm’s gardens. Lord Marco and Lord Herby were also armed and, like raiders, they smashed everything to pieces. Carlos and Miranda watched it happen from the window of their cottage. Even though Miranda tried to stop him, it was to no avail. Carlos took Jose with him and confronted Lord Marco and Lord Herby. A fighting crowd of residents and gardeners led by Carlos and Lord Marco. The old regime against the new order. In their fighting spirit, Jose threw Lord Herby against the ground and carefully pushed his pitchfork into Lord Herby’s stomach, who spat blood from his mouth and cursed him. Joe pressed his shoe against his throat and watched him die.

Jose: Die, you dirty snitch, traitor!
Lord Herby breathed his last breath and Jose pulled his pitchfork out of his lifeless body. He saw that Carlos was having a hard time against Lord Marco. Because Marco was firing magical fireballs, making it almost impossible to defeat him. Meanwhile, the monster had also arrived and was keeping Jose busy. Carlos, badly injured, crawled against a tree stump. He looked once more at Miranda, who was crying in the lodge. Lord Marco approached him and the monster also arrived, carrying Jose’s skinned corpse and gnawing on his foot. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, Carlos thought. The regime is too powerful to be defeated. As he came to terms with the fact that his hopes had been dashed, a fireball struck the monster and tore it in half as if it were nothing. Behind the torn monster appeared Lilith with burning eyes and fluttering cape shreds. With her claws, she then pulled out a piece of Lord Marco’s spine, who immediately collapsed to the ground….

Lord Marco: Help me up, I can’t feel my legs anymore!
The girls came over and Daisy bowed her head over Lord Marco…
Daisy: It was me who… sent the letter. Now we are in charge and you are going to listen to us.
When Lilith saw that evil had been banished from the farm, she looked at the girls once more with great kindness and stroked their heads.
Lilith: Dear earthlings, your pure femininity has triumphed over unjust evil. I give you a symbol of my love and my promise.

The girls, as well as Miranda with her baby in her arms and Carlos, watched as Lilith sank back into the ground, leaving behind a symbol. Meanwhile, Lord Marco was dragged by the residents to the lab where they would conduct experiments on him. Both the Grand Lodge and the entire farm were now in the hands of the farmers. They unanimously chose Carlos as their leader of the new regime. It was a great honor, but there was a lot to be done. Plans for a renovation went through Carlos’ mind. It would be much smoother. The farm would also be open to other types of people, and sheep and goats would graze in the yard alongside the cows.
Two weeks later. ..
Lord Marco was heavily guarded in the prison in the lab. Because he could no longer walk, he moved around in a wheelchair. He had therapeutic conversations with residents of the farm to slowly reintegrate into society. He had a hard time because he had also lost his magical powers since he could no longer be in the kitchen. His accomplices had all been executed and burned at a large stake. Miranda, Dolly, Gaby, and Daisy were in charge of the kitchen and had appointed a Surinamese refugee as guard of the lab, where magical rituals were occasionally performed to destroy rotten apples. Rotten apples that no longer belonged on the farm. But also rotten apples that came in were subjected to magical practices to chase them away again.

Daisy: When I’m older, I think I’ll become a psychiatrist…
Dolly: I also want to become a burglar and work with human thoughts.
Gaby: And I want to be able to read people…
Miranda: There’s still a lot to happen here first. I’ll introduce you to your new guard later.
Gaby: He talks really weird.
Miranda: Yes, Leeroy has a funny accent. He’s a transgender from the Caribbean and will add some extra flavor to our kitchen…

