The world was foolish, therefore an Angel blew over it. The wind thereof hastened her. In a big noise, she blew her nose in billions of germs over the earth.
With the once-holy Passover, now just a pagan easter, the world stands deeply amazed over her own misery, in God’s Judgment, in the month of April. Yes, the world lies stripped and naked and Judgment reigns over her in cold revenge. Look, he does not relax for one moment in his end-time-task.
Oh, how in vain is the attempt of the world in her night vigil now. While her entire hell croaks around her in an evil frog-choir now. Oh, how blessed is the microscopic little soldier in his great task now. There where he is now diligently working, while man is compelled to just stop.
Oh, the world was foolish, there where the worldling wanted to inflate himself like a bullfrog in haughtiness. So, let the waves of the seas now roar and rage, while big cataclysms come and show man who was boss all this time.
Completely amazed, man now looks around him in a haze. Look, from the king to the servant, death does not discriminate over who will be first or last to take his last breath.