Death is superlatively very angry and he comes to harm multitudes. He runs wild, especially to South Africa and soon he eagerly gathers his enormous loot. Death is angry and it is too late for the world-human to still attempts to depend on Elohim’s Mercy.

Death comes marching in a pitch-black garment and the masses in South Africa suddenly stand deeply distressed. Behold, Death casts a Judgment clod with vengeance onto an empty casket. An Angel calls loudly, no mortal has the right anymore to decide over good or bad, as judge over God’s nation.

Death is furiously angry, he roars, look I am a sole individual, with no friend or good pal. Therefore the gates to hell are now opened wide and only Elohim has the Power to decide who goes in and who stays out, through His Great Mercy.

Death is angry and therefore he now acts according to his terrifying nature. The masses call, what is still the value of a life; calculated in Rand and cent, not even a meagre penny. Death is angry and a raging hate is brooding inside him, yes over Raca that thinks he has the right to decide over God’s chosen nation.