There is an angel spirit and he is called Elijah Primeval. He has an ever-and-always-task, eternally never accomplished. He comes from North and flies South, while he tours from East to West with God’s Judgment. While he rests, Turtle doves coo softly. But in his task, it is Death stirring there cruelly.

So just look there, to the country on the Southern side, yes, with a Western and Eastern sea contour. And know, good and evil is now properly mixed there. The Boer, once so strong and fierce, has once again slept and procrastinated for too long. Therefore his enemy is easily wiping the floor with him.

There is an angel spirit with the name Primeval. He is a prophet that conveys the Word of God to many dimensions. Therefore every dark night indeed breaks into a morning glow. Yes, while the war between good and evil rages through many time periods. So the day of streams of blood comes and there is nothing that can stop the judgment.

In an abomination night as black as soot, the world human will have to pay for every abomination-sin. Once in full flood, the water of the Nile is prohibited from flowing to the sea. In an enormous, unprecedented famine, Egypt, Ethiopia and Africa have nothing left to feed on.

Globally, ten kings call: Oh just get a bit of positive hope. But this advice is once again just bittersweet. The Knave of Spades, yes Death, just raises his pitch black hat victoriously again. And all that is left, is the last bit of brother-love and loyalty that greets each other in retaliation and treason for the last time.