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On the strings of a wild ferocious wind. Come a song sung by a spirit– messenger in the form of a heaven–child. With tears glistening on his cheeks, the notes are written in prose in crimson ink. Gall-bitter wine is poured out to the world after this.

Woe therefore also to the God-called person who would drink of this. Through discord and hatred, division and separation are brought globally to every people and nation. So that everyone can suspect each other of undercutting and treachery. With no discernment-spirit that allows individuals and congregations to think more logically. They are totally blinded by the lie-spirit of church and politics.

On the strings of a wild ferocious hurricane wind, comes a message brought by the Rider on the Grey Horse. It comes on the hooves-clapping marching music that displaces all peace. While death savagely devours everything in its path. Thus, there comes through city and town, over the fields and plains, the stench of all that is decomposing.

After this, how can man find their way to safety in this terrible time? Behold, the dragon reigns in tribulation over all the free, as well as all the slaves, as the cruel end–time monstrosity. Therefore, hear and listen to the sound of harp strings on the end–time wind. It comes on the notes of the last song that permeates everything now so frighteningly.

Therefore, the bitter Judgment is already tied up in the great cataclysms. As a sign of this, the sun, moon and planets, each in binding, are surrounded by a ring. At sunset and dawn, the sky glows crimson hued. So, woe in these days to the great and mighty, but blessed is every humble one so little. Therefore, see the morning and evening star that shines unnaturally. And listen to the warning song that plays on the strings of the wild ferocious wind.