I see the whore of Babylon, while dancing she dresses herself in scarlet for the last festival. Lasciviously she swings her hips while entering into the inner circle of the last world-kings. The host king promises her, give me your wish and I will never say no. She asks him to give the head of John on a silver plate again. But her plans were forged in vain, because the sphinx in front of the pyramid collapses when Gabriel steps across the earth in a gigantic earthquake.

I see demons and fairies rasping and screaming in howling storms and the East-, West-, South- and North-winds begin to furiously sweep and wipe across the seven seas. Much moisture and water rise up in thunder and lightning in convections streams and small as well as big cities collapse like card-houses in the violence thereof. Behold, the first sorrows are finished and soon the second sorrows will approach.

I see dark clouds of blowflies in the realm of death of flies, yes with little resistance against a pestilence that sweeps deadly across the continents. I see mothers quietly wiping their tears, with fathers so blunted who simply do not care anymore and I know that the second sorrows will also soon be over and quickly the third sorrows now approach.