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With infrastructures, towns and cities, soon only scrap upon scrap. In a world without hope or comfort, only the wicked reigns alone. In a land of thuggery, evil in every way. There, her inhabitants soon stand naked and homeless.

Oh, distress upon distress, there the hungry children weep. The parents, beaten punch drunk, stand weak and frail. With the battle lost, what is left to charm them?

Look, bitter sorrow is coming soon, it is coming over and over again. To brutally slaughter another part of a nation. From port to starboard, the pure chosen volk are globally coming from everywhere.

Therefore, let the sealed ones now know and hear. There is a promised land that will belong to them alone. From South to West, from East to North. There are twelve gates in the New Jerusalem, Divine resort.

With the lure of the world forever silence. The new barns are standing filled to overflowing. There is no pain, no robbery or murder. The children sing exuberantly together with an angelic choir.

Their survival song tells how Satan lost his material dominion. There is no longer any drilling through the earth’s crust for oil and gold. The earth stands proud again as mother, unique in her kind. To deeply charm the other heavenly bodies with her pristine beauty.