See the thunderbolt and hear the thunder, taste the bitter and know that a prophet is venting his spleen. See the wide path, yes in the great demise and look, madness reigns everywhere, the entire mankind is now crazy and completely insane.

See hell’s crowds without end or number and look at the red glow around the planet earth and know, in Satan’s hand it is just another plaything. Listen to the great trumpeting and look, four Grey Horses come from God’s own stable. See all the white bleached Dry Bones, so widely exhibited across the valley of death. So weep, weep oh human, over so many soldiers in their hero’s fall.

See the pain, the tears and also the sorrow, behold, soon pestilence and famine reign globally and nobody takes any notice of kosher or Halaal anymore.

Yes, see the thunderbolt and hear the thunder and know that it is Satan, once an angel of light, eternally there in his great fall.