15 March 2018 Thursday morning 04.00

I listen to a mighty roar of droning wings. Yes, while a cool breeze simultaneously softly hisses around my ears. I hear a Voice saying: Look, for the entire West I send a terrible cross and I lend Russia my own mighty iron fist. Yes, to crush the entire world, excluding Sion.

I listen to waves roaring wildly over crude rocks, while tsunamis run across continents. I hear a Voice saying: Therefore, let Putin now raise Russia’s flag high because soon every Jewish banker will pay a very high price.

I listen to terrible hailstorms roaring over roofs. I look up to heaven and I see God opening His sluice terrifyingly. Through this, infrastructures pay a very bitter price and nowhere can one see an intact building or house anymore. Everywhere around me I see chunks of ice, yes, up to three kilogram in weight, it has completely crushed large environments.

I listen to soldier feet, marching over loose gravel and look, Russia now becomes so comfortable at home in every country. They easily call that country’s king a scumbag. Yes, I hear an English seagull sadly squawking, before the teeth of the big Red Bear crushes it.

I hear a mighty roar of droning wing. I hear a Voice saying: Look, I send a hard, bitter cross for the West. Therefore, I lend Russia my mighty iron fist, yes to crush the entire world with it.