Listen to the old national Hyena and her children howling together. Yes, listen to Afriforum and Co, in Boer-treason, they once again thank Lucifer, in God-forbidden treaties.

The Seer has seen, with a vision that would pierce the future accurately. So the day came when the Jingoes once again gathered in a pack. With so much soot rising from the earth, the last light of the already meager sun now darkens. So, let Raca and his hordes begin to gather, so that Judgment can flower wide across Africa’s plain.

Is that a LION that roars, in scary words, that drip, from a very old, bloody, cross?  Yes, in words that ask:  Who died, and made this Mason scum, My children’s boss?  See, all their souls, in eternity lost, was it worth, the bitter cost?

See the once beautiful land, soon ablaze. See the ships of different countries, stranded in Table Bay. With war, pestilence and hunger awaiting the entire world. So Heaven finally does Her bit. So, give thanks and praise to Elohim. In His Second Coming, He shines brilliantly, on the reborn, sky wall.

The holy place lies trampled. Liberal, a one-world Western Order has successfully and contemptuously walked over it. But here comes the joke. They desperately, hurriedly try to stich their destructive work together again. So, let the martyrs begin to joyfully clap their hands together. Look, the horses of Revelation will walk, covered to their bridles in blood, through traitor’s blood.

The Seer has seen, with a clear vision that would pierce the future. So, listen to the Hyenas and Jackals that once again begin to howl together as regrouped, national wild dogs. Yes, see the so-called white forums, that once again thank Lucifer in typical Piet Retief treaties, for his Satan-cooperation. Just smell the disgusting stench of the churches and taste their communion wine, it is rotten and pungent.

Is that a LION that roars, in scary words, that drip, from a very old, bloody, cross?  Yes, in words that ask:  Who died and made the Mason scum, My children’s boss.  See, all their souls, in eternity lost, was it worth, the bitter cost?