Listen to the song of the Big Bastion. He sings: Glory to Him, glory to Him. He is coming, He is coming, yes on the Spirit of the born-again Sion-cloud-column. So, listen to the Big Maned Lion growling dangerously and see the Fist thundering down onto Europa and Africa.

Listen to the song of the Big Bastion and see what is happening to Babylon. See the big fall of Mammon and know that Edom was disguised as Brexit, in the Englishman. Look, from Johannesburg to the city of London there comes a big eclipse over the Illuminati sun.

Listen to the first ominous drumming of the Africa drum and see the dark smoke column. So, what is the use of the useless shots of the English ceremonial cannon, because the entire cold-blooded reptile house of commentary is exceedingly stupid.

The old queen is worn-out, old and bent, but her stupid power-crown is still glued to hear grey head. Her stolen but now useless gold and silver weigh ton upon ton and her abomination city, built with glass and concrete, reach to the clouds. But in the coming Judgment, Europe’s inhabitants will perish because of hunger.

The end-time-code’s terrible lot is sealed in the city of London because it was disguised as the false Jerusalem. Therefore the gold-city of Johannesburg will perish together with her abomination mother, yes her role model.

So, listen to the song of the Big Bastion and hear how the Big Judgment begins to growl dangerously. The colorful but abomination Abbey’s crystal chandeliers begin to vibrate. It jerks and shakes and fatal cracks appear in her tinsel decorated ceiling.

A Nun dressed pitch-black kneels in front of a Madonna and child statue, and Death calls loudly over Europe: Oh look, I am approaching terrifyingly. Johannesburg and her sister city Pretoria, with all their suburbs and surrounding towns are besieged with taxis right around and ominous, rhythmic, the Africa drum is monotonously beating.

An Afrikaans hobo sits in the streets of London and he sings: London Bridge fall down, yes fall down now. Look, all the Goat-riders were liberal, so exceedingly stupid, totally stupid. The hobo sings: So woe to you oh city of London. Your abominations weigh a ton. Look, much of your stolen gold and riches comes from Johannesburg and therefore both of you will perish.

To their judgment, hidden in the midst of the British parliament, stands the reincarnation DNA of Aaron. He raises the law and rod of his brother Moses, so that all pestilences and plagues can come over you oh Europe. So, listen to the song of the big Bastion and hear the dangerous roar of the Big Maned Lion.

The Bastion sings: Glory to Elohim, glory only to Him. Look, He is coming, He is coming. He is coming on the Spirit of the born-again Sion-cloud-column. She eclipses the false abomination light of the eternally cursed Illuminati Freemason sun.