In the echo of an old, empty, obsolete cymbal. In the last days of the big famine’s mustering and scraping together. In the days when the incompetent maidens lie and sleep, irresponsibly, and the good Thief in the night comes to gather His Personal property.

On that day the chosen ones will be raptured from a loathsome world system, where they will, through sealing, disappear, transparent, in front of the eyes of the children of the world. The world citizen will look without seeing because the Angel of Elohim will make them all blind.

On that day the faithful Israelites will be saved from immense danger. Look, on that day they stand under the personal protection of God’s Sword. On that day Jerusalem’s garment will be made white and Sion will stand beautiful in her bridal attire.

On the wings of the big Eagle the sealed ones will be made comfortable for their spiritual as well as their physical journey. Yes, for their departure to the beautiful land in the South, to the Good old Cape, on their way to their new, perfect God-state.

On that day a hundred and forty four saved souls will call: Oh where is the world’s mockery and defamation now? Look, we are chosen for the new Earth, as pure, unpolluted seed, so that Elohim can speak Personally to each one of His children in the cool breeze of His Spirit again.

In the echo of an old world-rusted cymbal, in Judgment the empty words of a twisted lie-bible begins to descend onto a predominantly dying planet. In these days, cataclysms, droughts, floods, wars, famines, pestilences and mutual bloody revenge come to make man level with the dust of the earth.

In the terrible days during the short reign of the abomination dragon, with each world citizen cold, hungry and naked. In the bitter days when the worldling knows that he has forsaken himself through his own material haughtiness. Yes, under the kingship of a loathsome abomination-king, with steel-teeth and an iron jaw.

On that the day the chaff is winnowed and gathered for the furnace. Every thistle and thorn is meticulously removed from the noble seed. On that day every world citizen, in bitter resentment and with gnashing teeth, begins with an outpour of virulence towards each other. But it is too late because the stupid, incompetent maidens have completely overslept in their world-hangover.