Behold, a bear and a bull are storming, so therefore listen to the lion roaring dangerously because an old revelation will be fulfilled unexpectedly. The corpse of a great one lies cold and still and across the earth an ominous trembling comes. The rider on the Grey Horse looks at the nations and tribes so impersonal cold and unfeeling and good or bad makes no difference to his choice. A loud voice calls behold, between a billion and zero there is no difference anymore and so let the war-minded now scream and yell enthusiastically because the time of all times is now revealed. Behold, a pitch-black bull storms and with its sharp horns it pierces a black and white dappled horse’s foal and Europe knows that she had lied to herself and deceived herself.

The false prince of peace looks from East to West, he laughs and says look, I trick you here and trick you there, with the trade ships of Babylon that sail to nothing and nowhere. It now becomes time for the world economy to bear only calamity because the different money systems interbred with each other. The false prophet also calls out loudly, just save the Vatican’s loot because in vain people saved in pension funds and now it is too late to gather an alternative, but the church still hopes to do well.

Africa mutters, yes she whispers, listen I am almost finished, yes so weak indeed, so skinny to the bone. But my anger towards the Western will never ever subside, so therefore listen to my negative commentary to the end, while I sail into the realm of death, dying.