As sweet as honey and as black as soot, the liberalist caused the world citizen’s hair to frizz. So, listen to the riding horse of death where it is standing and snorting in the dense fog and know it is too late to duck germs coughed out in blood.  

Yes, the riding horse of death is standing harnessed before a golden carriage and for the last time the crown of the queen is polished. But her crown is sitting askew and there is blood on her blouse. Her throne is outdated and completely rusted.

Therefore, the city of London, by her own doing, lies completely chaotic and ruined. In a blaze of fire there stands a long funeral procession and right in front a pig is led by its filthy Freemason snout. So, who is the big one that will soon say goodbye?

So, therefore gather the already so meagre harvest because many-a-country will soon lie completely ruined. And therefore everyone grabs at everyone’s food and belongings. The peoples and nations begin to pay for the mistakes of their governments and countless refugees flee to nowhere in an endless procession.

Yes, with famine raging in depression worldwide, everyone is standing with the beggar-hat and the Red Cross loses all speed.

So, listen to the riding horse of death where it is snorting in dense fog and know it is too late to duck the approaching danger. Look, Europe lies drowned under an unprecedented summer flood and she has no God that will protect or preserve her.