The sun scorches, the heat is brooding. So, listen to the howling of the storm. Look, from a deep, dark tear in the earth it bleeds white-hot lava. And while the worldling is growing in evil, the child of God is getting tired of wrestling against the world system. Yes, for long enough the lie has deeply wearied them.

Before the big monsoon, while the tired nature as well as the people languid. So the ocean begins to steam furiously. Look, no force is keeping the big hurricane in check, yes there in the badly disrupted weather pattern. So, woe to every DNA in mixed chromosome. Look, worldwide man is now only baring morons.

The sun burns and the heat glows. The vine and the grain have stopped growing. The young Olive tree is chained in dry wood. The beehive is broken, bled empty from its honey. There is no more milk in the teat of the skinny white-milk-cow. Yes, the sun scorches while God is only detesting man more. There is no rescue boat with which they can row to safety.

Before the Big Storm comes to display herself, while the tired nature as well as man now languid, the Child of God begins to dream of the New Jerusalem. Yes, they dream of the Kingdom of Light in which heaven-beings stay. And while the worldling still mocks and scorns God, the Bride of God is displayed to the chosen ones. Yes, there in her Mountain Fortress where She stays in Sion.

So, let the heat broods, while the storms howl. Let the earth tear and bleed, while white-hot lava flows from her intestines. Let the sun scorch down while the worldling grows in evil. Yes, so that the angel Gabriel can finally cuff Lucifer in chains.