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Oh, brimstone and gunpowder in the sound of war. The bullets begin to whistle from East to West, North to South. The false prince of peace is busy sharpening his sword. Yes, he sharpens and sharpens it for the great transgression.

On a surface which is low and levelled by man. The sea begins to creep over a dike. After this it is just toxic sludge upon sludge. After which it begins to smell of death everywhere.

This country supplies much of the global consumption through agriculture. Now the flour is wasted and the oil jar brakes. Europe cries out loudly in hunger: There is little bacon or dairy for our breakfast. Our bellies remain empty for lunch and dinner too.

Oh, brimstone and gunpowder, soon the sword will be grabbed globally. In the big cities, looting and mutiny begin everywhere. People kill each other to and fro, for each other’s loot.

There is no government or authority that can solve the global problems. With few who will be able to avoid the coming plague and famine. A multitude begins to perish overnight.

The West, as well as the East, are beginning to look greedily at South Africa. It is the country in the continent of catastrophic salvation and over this the great ones are in cohesive agreement.

But from the little white volk comes the great reproach. Like rubbish we were thrown aside. To this Heaven replies: Therefore, all the guilty parties involved will have to bite the dust. So, brimstone and gunpowder, the bullets begin to whistle in the sound of war.