A scale falls and the entire world is suffering with an incurable disease. Look, the whore of Babylon prepares a giant reception and little does she know that it is her very last. Yes, her many abominations and sins have caught up with her and it becomes time for her to pay for all her transgressions.  

For her last feast, Babylon now enters an enormous feast hall and look, all the big ones and kings of the earth are entertained by her for the last time. Her headdress is purple and her breasts are decorated with silver and gold, but her lower body is partially naked. Her feast table is adorned with kosher as well as halaal and in the middle thereof, a last abomination communion is awaiting Christianity.

But look, all of this is completely fatal, all her many allies have already failed each other. But Babylon still dances desperately for all the bankers. Eagerly she swings her hips, claps her hands and stamps her feet. Yes, she undresses completely in her seduction-dance and she swings around a dancing pole like a cheap whore.

But nobody sits so riveted before this supposed extravaganza, now just a spectacle, anymore. Therefore, Babylon sings to the rulers and kings, she sings in English, Hebrew and Arabic, also in Greek, Latin, German, French and Flemish. She sings her seductive song desperately, in every dialect and language.

She looks at her audience and calls loudly to Balaam. She calls him her legal husband and she says: You and your world-church have also failed me completely. She peeks at her lover, Mammon, she snaps at him and says: Oh you fool, why did you not pay your debt to your brothers, the West.

She weeps and she says: Look, the Book of Revelations has caught up with me and therefore I will now play my last trump card, I will get my abomination beast. Under its mark of triple six all the people and nations globally will pay with their blood because of my anger.

So a scale falls and look, globally the entire world suffers because of an incurable disease. On a snow-white surface, a hand begins to write in blood, it is May, the thirtieth, with an ominous silence that momentarily but deadly descends from Heaven and Cosmos onto planet earth.