The seducer satan asks the Boervolk, do not avoid me any longer and tell my through which power is it that God always reach you. Were you perhaps chosen from all nations as the Nazarite nation to stop me in my works or is the power of your being included in the seven holy braids on your head because look three times you have now easily evaded me. Yes, with your trek from the Cape to the interior you have already made a firm decision and the indigenous tribes perished before the vapour of your muzzle-loader’s gunpowder. During the Anglo Boer War you made Edom the philistine, yes the mighty Englishman your ridiculous war-booty and later during your Border War your enemy also perished of fear before your attack.
Yes, so satan comes to the chosen volk and while she flatters and pleads, she asks cloyingly: Oh Boervolk do not avoid me any longer and tell me through which power God have always reached you. Look, He has always opened the paths before you so that you can strive for the highest peaks of the intellect. Therefor tell me the secret through which God has always enriched you so abundantly. You are only but a tiny remnant, only an insignificant shelter in the wind, but here in the South your power lies stretched-out and wide.
Satan the seducer, the big whore, has truly nestled herself in the midst of the Boervolk like a beautiful woman she came as the church to seduce them. She saw that they are a unique volk, yes holy and set-apart and therefore not to be separated from God’s love because they were the mountain peak, the true bride, that He Himself would lead into the New Jerusalem. Yes, so that Satan, through their victory, could no longer seduce the world to the benefit of her dark reign.
Satan, yes the false angel of the light, namely the church and politics then came to whisper a soft lie-song into the ear of the already drowsy Boer and the words of the abomination-song sounded like this: interbreed the noble seed with the impure seed of weeds and through this bedevil the colour of the holy skin so that the Spirit and the Power of Elohim can depart from them and the Boervolk can perish in her self-created pool of dark mud sludge.
So satan pleaded incessantly to the Boervolk, do not avoid me, the false bride, any longer and show me the power through which God has always reached you. So the once powerful spirit of the chosen nation has perished before the slimy attack of the church and politics and a one world order has captured the Seven Holy Braids from the head of the Boervolk through the workings of his Freemason order. Then the Boer was checked in all his once-godly paths because the power of God departed from her and all that would be left of it was only the gall-bitter contents of the once holy snow white jar.
Yes, satan the seducer once asked the noble volk do not avoid me any longer and tell me through which power God reach you and through the church as mouthpiece she seduced a unique vok with the fatal “we are one” solution. Through this the Boervolk are now on their knees and through black economic empowerment she worships the six black frizzy locks of the pitch black wig, with the wage thereof now only Mammon’s useless dime. But look, the ankles of weak mixed iron and clay of the mixed nation are now completely sprained and she already lies there as the complete booty of the East.
In this way satan is no longer courting the Boervolk because their once holy, yes unique set-apart secret has long been out and the big whore seductress looks down victoriously on a dead corpse, while the cleaners of heaven, yes the vultures greedily dives down on the stinking carcass.