In South Africa in the land of sewage and muck the time now quickly ripens for the big offence and in this land the liberalists will succumb in heaps because of fear. Yes, at that moment which was already arranged long ago, when thousand times ten thousand cellular phones will whistle the same tune at the same time. On that day there is no force that will be able to check the cruel attack and the chaos. From every shopping centre there will come the sound of breaking glass and window and a white population will try desperately to hide from the big black threat.

In South Africa in the land of potholes, sewage and muck the machete is sharpened enthusiastically, yes for the day of the big offence. For so long they have longed to rob and grab uncontrolled, yes to grab the biggest loot freely while nobody can stop or check them. So woe to the day of self-remorse when parent and child will hit the dust together.

In South Africa in the land of destroyed infrastructures with sewage and muck everywhere, the day of the great stampede’s offence is coming for certain. Behold, all the liquor shops are stalked first and there they steal and grab openly. Then they will drink exceedingly and the entire country becomes drenched in blood and there is no power that will be able to check the mass in their lust for blood.