Listen to the little bird greeting the morning with its song of praise and know it is the day when it is going to say goodbye as prey of the eagle. Behold how the West is chasing after the wind while she is speeding on in a thunderstorm towards her own demise. The night descends black like soot and the morning greets red like blood and the dice falls and Mammon perishes under a tremendous rage. Yes, a bow is drawn in the North and East with its burning arrows speeding towards the West and South and globally all the countries’ soldiers are marching in a show of force with thundering feet. Disparaging Russia raises its hat and reveals the glow of a well-hidden crown and so the courage of all the smaller countries diminishes.

The little bird now flees before the storm and from Egypt, Turkey, Israel and the Arabic countries, rivers of blood flow. Therefore listen to the last and desperate cooing of the false peace dove and know it is the last sneering laugh of the big whore that lustfully peers at her self-promised dowry (bride’s portion) namely the loot of war. But behold, her soldiers are sluggish, they have procrastinated for too long and her queen is taken to the realm of death and her crown-successor is also abducted and their subjects are not in the least concerned about this because the entire nation, yes Edom-Ephraim itself is standing blindfolded before the gun of a cruel firing squad and the flesh of their war horses are fed to the dogs of their enemy.

So listen to the little bird desperately trying to greet the day with its morning-song and know it is the frontrunner of a big war-commotion. Yes, with sword against sword now and brother against brother, while death peers hungrily in all directions. With all prospects now empty and barren the fields are withered and destroyed and it is completely too late to try to stop this or to duck because the eagle come speeding relentlessly towards its prey and the vultures are already waiting to destroy the carcass.