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Oh, it is foaming and churning in the loud sound where the stormwaters crush everything in its path without exception. Listen therefore to the rushing of the wind around the world’s already disintegrated house. Look, nobody is safely at home inside it anymore. Everything lies crushed under Elohim’s mighty fist.     

Listen to the stone-clanging sound of the rioter’s clod. There where it breaks in the fragments of the shopping centre’s window. Listen to the ominous drums and the piercing shrill of the storming mob. Yes, in the big delinquency and looting of everything that looks and smells like loot.    

See how many windows shatter under bullets whistling around wildly. Listen to the cheering of the rioters, it resounds widely and loudly in a country there in the South.  They murder and riot under the evil decision of one. Yes, in a country with an empty vault, governed by a devious mob.   

With nothing coincidence anymore, in that country there is nothing that is still holy, pure or pious. Therefore, the white man is now as weak as a mouse, with his legs succumbing under his heavy cross. So he prays for the Judgment that must come under the power of God’s fist. Yes, to come and sift out the irreversible problems.  

So comes the wild sound in the stormwaters that causes the overflowing rivers to foam and churn. It comes in big Judgment to crush and abuse the masses under the Spirit of Terror. Listen therefore to the sad whistling of the wind, before it comes to crush the political house for ever.