Rasputin whispers, listen oh Putin, lend me your ears for a short moment, so that you can hear what God has in store for your enemy, the West. Come walk with me on yesterday’s tracks and see what North, East and South have lost to the insatiable rich-man’s coffers of England and ally.

Rasputin whispers, listen oh Putin, across the plains of Siberia an angel-choir hums and the words of their song go like this: Who understands the metaphor of millions of souls murdered over so many years for the sick power-obsession of especially Western kings. Rasputin whispers, listen oh Putin, once I wanted to enchant the ears of an imbecile Tsar with the message of God, but he was slow and sluggish and therefore he was pierced, killed in treason, and therefore God allowed that millions would lose their lives in forthcoming years in Russia.

Rasputin whispers; listen oh Putin and lend me your ears for a short moment, so that you can hear clearly: God gives you the power of the sickle and He gives you the might of the hammer and you, oh Russia, will not lose easily. But woe to you, the day when you will raise your hand against the meagre remnant, the shelter in the wind, in the beautiful land of the South, stored especially for God’s new reign, yes woe to each one that will attempt to murder a sealed one of God.

Rasputin whispers, listen oh Putin, never allow the flattery or falsehood of a Jew to enchant you. Behold, God gives abundantly to Russia, a double portion of fertility and where you will fall, there He will pick you up because a big part of your regions will be stored for the new period after the big destruction and look, the Omnivore will once again graze in large numbers on your wide plains and the Carnivore will hunt wantonly.

Rasputin whispers, listen oh Putin, yes listen oh Russia, what can you lose. So, destroy your enemy’s infrastructures and destroy their oil drills, because look, the big ones of the world are now so revengeful and bloodthirsty on your tail.