The angel of death is standing before a closed door and in blood ‘yes’ is written on it and therefore the angel of death must now pass through it. He takes his victim still so young and in his prime while he cruelly tears him away from his loved ones and he takes little notice of this because his work lies wide and fallow and many doors are still awaiting him. The martyrs sing; propose a toast and raise the feast-cup, for long enough we have wept and lamented. So, who shall we now honor and who shall we salute. Only our Elohim, we shall only honor and respect Him.     The angel of death is standing before another closed door, but with courage and guts ‘no’ is written on it and therefore death quickly departs from that door. The martyrs lift their feast-cup and sing; for long enough we have wept, who shall we therefore honor and salute now. Only our Elohim, we will now honor and respect only Him because from martyr to victor we are also highly honored from now on.

The angel of death is standing before many doors and among the many ‘yesses’ he can now choose at will because very few of them have tried to turn their ‘yes’ to the world around into a penance – ‘no’. The martyrs lift their feast-cup and sing: it is time to salute our great El in His judgment because in front of the door where ‘no’ is written the firstlings are approved in Spirit and against them no dog will move his tongue or tooth and nothing impure can ever tear them apart because despite the offers of the world they have pushed on courageously.     The angel of death is now standing before the door, so woe to the soul that would change his ‘no’ back into ‘yes’ because it is better not to know as to know and therefore approve the workings of the world because at this turn-around-door the angel of death comes to tear everything inside apart completely. The martyrs lower their feast-cup while they weep and lament sadly over that which was once pure and ripped from their midst and over brothers who are going to forfeit the new earth.

The angel of death is standing before the door and in blood ‘yes’ is written on it and therefore he has to pass through it and there are earthquakes, floods, pestilences and storms everywhere and with war and global terror everywhere the stench and odor of death hang in the air and there is nobody who will be able to stop the death of a servant as well as the death of a royal child. The martyrs sing; propose a toast and who will we therefore honor. Only our Elohim, in His Judgment we will now only honor and respect Him Alone. So, let the masses weep and lament because look, death is now standing ready before their door, to ravage at will.