Superman, Superman, how have the heroes fallen. Yes, all the men of great name have come through the centuries, just to depart again. So the Delilah’s also came and the one-day lily’s beauty only existed for a very short moment. And all that would be left, was only grinning death sculls that would perish in forgotten graves.

In the brief moment of man’s illusion-existence the only real moment was the moment when God would stand knocking, invitingly, at the door of their hearts. Yes, to invite them to go with Him on the path of the true, eternal life. But most people let this Godly, golden opportunity pass forever for earthy gain. So the great heroes came and went, one after the other, and the glory of all the men of great name has perished like fog in front of the sun.

Kings, oh kings, oh how have the heroes fallen and who still remembers their existence? Enormous kingdoms came, just to perish into oblivion again. On battlefields of now and bygone days, unprecedented numbers have died for the fame and name of their kings. Reign, fame and power were the only words that these rulers could really understand and therefore people and nations defeated each other in terrible bloodshed.

With the call out for leaders and more leaders, the Boervolk cannot understand the real purpose of their existence so well. Once upon a time, the Most High and Only God was their King and Leader, but they wanted to have a human king and leader to rule over them. It is precisely because of all these political leaders that they are now finding themselves in this terrible predicament. Look, again the “men of great name” are grouping now, to supposedly stand together. But in a short moment of imaginary fame, their illusion is quickly smashed. Yes, before a disgusting Western world-order can step forward for fame.

O, Lucifer-Lucifer, how have your kings and heroes fallen and look, your men of great name have come and gone. Just as fleeting was the existence of their Delilah’s and the beauty of the one-day lilies could not exist until the next day. And all that would be left of the power, fame and riches of millennia, was grinning death sculls that would perish in rot in forgotten graves.