With what will man replace God’s love on her abomination-path? Like a glittering christmas tree, decorated with cheap matter, the worldling stands trapped in the notes of the song of hell’s hymn. In the fret and fury, where pleasure replaces faith, yes in this abomination time where man does not long for her Creator anymore.      

There where she receives her world-wage from the hand of Satan. In this way, man goes on her aimless path, without spiritual direction. Stupid-fearless she is not skittish or afraid of the Eternal Judgment.  Because her urge is for every abomination-sin, shamelessly. She therefore stands on her self-built scaffold where she is going to hang on the self-braided rope of her gallows.    

Just like the leviathan, Babylon coiled her tentacles around the entire world. Her head office is the world bank. The kings of the earth are her allies and henchmen. The governments of the earth cover her from the front and from the back, from all sides. The mighty mafias and trade unions are her best customers.    

Unaware of her own stench, she haughtily recons that she is of noble class. She leads the stock exchange globally, personally, by hand. The Jewish merchants enjoy her narcotic drink incessantly. Yes, the big men of name call her the mother of all their well-being.   

She thinks she is so cool, so charming, and therefore she is irritatingly precocious. She also thinks the is exceptionally flamboyant. But without knowing, she is deadly sick and ill for a long time now. Look, she stumbles onward so cripple and lame for a long period already. But still the world is thanking her and not God for their existence.      

She will therefore soon be completely useless and dormant. I hear a voice calling: Where, oh Babylon and Mammon, is the once joyful sound of your cash? You think your future was safe in digital, in credit and debit, without any cash. But in your haughtiness, you were completely blatant before God and heaven. Therefore, your fall will come in one day and it will catch the whole world unawares. Eternally you will then be documented as the whore-child of shame.