Stretched out and sad a foghorn resounded. And in disrupted weather patterns the North Pole wind and the South Pole wind found each other in a very first meeting, in an embrace, on the equator.

Convection streams then knotted them around each other, and tied them in a cha-cha, yes in a spiral. Big dust-devils frolicked wildly across deserts and continents in big dust storms. Look, big fields of grain, towns and cities were devoured by this.

In a strange full moon, an unprecedented high tide quietly drowned unsuspecting neighborhoods. Dead fish and livestock lay stinking together in one kraal and science suspected a weakened magnetic field.

Yes, a foghorn resounded ominously and the moon shone strangely. Look, during this uncertain time, a very evil government was in power. The kings and bankers drank human blood together, from one cup.

Every day at midnight they had a sacrifice and each time it was a snow-white child. In his blood they prescribed their abomination laws, yes they used it as ink. So hell begins to beckon the Illuminati closer and large parts of Europe begin to sink away under the sea, in gigantic sinkholes, like Sodom and Gomorrah.

So, let the sound of the foghorn resound soon, so that the Righteous Judgment can tie Himself into the destructive winds. Look, in the falling scales, Elohim is so kind to Sion. Through this, the foundation of the New Jerusalem is firmly tied onto firm rock.