Look, there is venom in the snake’s venom sack and the once-sweet water is bitter and brackish. So, make holy the remaining oil and pure flour because darkness is busy descending over the entire world and also over the holy ones.

Look, the roof of the baker is pitch-black and the haughty ones’ godless heights will soon be levelled off. So, make holy the cupbearer, yes the inoculated noble grape branch and let the vineyard with its full harvest descend to the humble ones because in the noble-juice thereof, there lurks an infinitely big treasure for the New Reign of Peace.

Look, there is a fork in the road, so woe to the poor soul that makes the wrong choice and diligently walks onward to hell because the gravity of matter totally presses his soul into a pulp in its binding forever. Look, there is poison in the baker’s poison sack, but it is never baked into the Pharaoh’s (king’s) bread, but the handler himself will gasp in vain for breath, because the crow is already sitting and waiting for his food on the green olive branch.

On a snow-white bible a pitch-black ink blot appears and everywhere, among everyone the blood begins to spatter. So, make holy the oil and purify the flour because the dark night has already begun setting on the last light of the day. Look, there was venom in the venom sack and the once- snow-white cat is now revengeful pitch-black and therefore the birds now fall dead from the abomination mistletoe branch and the useless fig tree is chopped down for the fire oven.