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In the confusion of first this and then that. Nobody knows which god to thank for all their misery. So there comes a frank aftertaste from the bitter-sweet. In the smell of sulphur and fire, smoke and fog. (damp) The beer now becomes rotten, the wine is sour, but still everyone asks for Western alcohol.

With the world-economy soon crippled. One after the other world-bank now loses complete control. Look, in the supermarket, food is now traded for food and everyone dislikes the euro, pound, dollar, and even the poor South African rand.

Therefore listen to the last notes of the pathetic liberal song. It says: Turn your other cheek, oh West, for the last time to everyone that hates you so much. Look, in the big witch hunt on you, you are so pathetically afraid of everything of another colour.

Yes, you bend before their duress oppression. They do with you whatever they like. Once upon a time you built a gallows for your conservative brother, on which you are now hanging. Desperate you call to heaven, which you once scorned, for a helping hand. But the answer comes: There is no help for the liberal world-child of shame.

For every abomination under the sun they have pawned their soul without any conscientious objection. Without wisdom or common sense, they forged a firm relationship with Satan. On their fingers they proudly display his wedding ring. In this way they have pawned their souls to the beast.

Therefore, woe to every pure one that reach out to these lost ones with a helping hand. Look, they grab you with their own hand and drag you down to the stench of the realm of death. Therefore know, the loathsome bitter-frank of the liberal comes with a bad aftertaste, of their last, rotten world-drink.