I heard a little bird whistle, no, I heard it sing and the words of its song went cold through my veins. It went like this: too late, too late, to turn around or to reflect, because the chaos is going to, no, it has already begun. Look, therefore man can do almost nothing to win salvation for his body or soul. I heard a little bird whistle, no, I heard it sing and in its song, it invited everyone to a big world show which will begin at any moment. The main player in it is wearing a funny horn and he promises everyone punishment or reward and look, his voice causes an enormous malfunction globally. One day he lives down to earth and the following day he lives in a very high tower again, and for a short period he becomes a very mighty king.

Then I heard a very old owl calling, no I heard it crying and look, the sound thereof comes from a very deep, dark Africa oppression pit and the words of its song go like this: oh look, Raca is in a deep, dark, aggressive mood. So whose pants is now soiled because of fear. Look, therefore it is too late for white liberalists to sulk over mistakes from their past, because there is no place for them to go and hide from death.

I heard a very old owl calling heartbreaking, no I heard it cry. Over a once beautiful land, soon completely destroyed and dirty. In that land there only reigns great evil in the future. In this period everyone tries to barter precious belongings for food and survival resources. Yes, I hear a specific phrase that goes like this: Oh is there no one that will exchange this beautiful four-wheel-drive vehicle for a mule or perhaps just a donkey so that I can go and hide with my children in an inhospitable wilderness.

Yes, I heard a little bird whistle, no I heard it sing, and the words of its song went cold through my veins. The words of its song went like this: Behold, the oil runs out and the grain and corn will soon also be insignificant and the last return is only won for the rich of the earth, but the nations and people stay stupid and blind, with very few that will find the life-path to the end. So the little bird carried on singing its little song: So of what benefit is the future and of what benefit is the birth of a child, because evil is busy penetrating the very last bit of good and therefore there is no promising, positive message for the entire world anymore.