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In the war between strange bugs and aggressive ants. The people and nations are in a bloody fight against each other, just like storming bulls against wild, untamed tigers. In the last hours of the very last days, the precious harvest perish in burning sheds and the neighbors just observe, silent and numb.

The end-time writing is painted, in hell-figures, on dirty city walls. And all that is left, is the senseless babbling of mindless government managements. Oh just look at the world masses, in the world crush, driven on like brute animals. Pathetically they desperately cling to the last remainders of their enjoyment and pleasures. But around them their last once-so-reassuring infrastructures perish.

I have seen the abomination woman, on her forehead was a name, it is called the mystery of Babylon, which will not overlook or spare anybody. Yes, she that wants to serve herself with the blood of the Set-apart ones. She is eagerly looking forward to the blood of the witnesses of YaHWeshua. So she looks through the big world-window in order to be able to see their arrival better.

But on command of heaven, she however receives that which she deserves thoroughly. She falls into the eternal abyss, just to see the remains of her one-world-order, already waiting on her in hell. Yes, all the abomination-kings, their number was ten. And this was the age-old word of Elijah the Tisbiet. But only the Will of Elohim was done, from the distant past up until the present.

So, what do you halve, oh fallen Babylon, to still offer the nations? Your effort, oh Satan, was therefore once again in vain. Finally one of the twins falls down below, and it is the despicable Edomite. But Jacob-Israel, he will be able to enjoy the New Period of Peace fully. Look, the anointing oil was already poured over the sealed ones. Yes, with the Holy Place, Jerusalem, already measured with a reed.

Listen, Judgment is pronounced over the trampler, namely the Cusite. Across the plains of Africa the thundering accords of the death march comes. Yes, in the big war of the strange bugs against the aggressive ants. And the people and nations are in a bloody fight against each other, like mad bulls against mad, wild tigers. While the precious harvest perish in the flames of burning sheds. Look and see, everywhere the once-so-reassuring infrastructures are falling and collapsing.