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In the treason of Iscariot, the noble patriot dies. So the lot falls on the barren fig tree that would refuse to bud. Through the heat of the holy flame, the wings of the poisonous world-moth are scorched. In a huge uncontrollable plague, the mite reigns together with the rat. Therefore, during the big famine nothing is simmering in the world-pot.  

In the industrial offer, nothing is working anymore. For long enough, South Africa was the dearly desired vineyard of Naboth. Therefore the Englishman, Irishman and Scot must pay. Look, a king is already standing blindfolded on the scaffold. Right across Europe the body parts of Nimrod lie scattered.  

Yes, because the tower of Babylon finally begins to collapse. With the West already beginning to plot in treason, Buckingham palace becomes dilapidated. In the revenge of the upright patriot, multitudes now die as the liberal Iscariot. In the once busy harbours, the selected fruit harvest is now rotting.   

The hooves of the four horses of Revelation now roar across the surface of the earth. The world-wolves flee to nothing and nowhere in a chaotic pack. So the lot falls on the barren fig tree that wilfully refused to bud fruitfully spiritually.