An angel is sitting so sad and dolorous on the bank of the Rhine and he longs for a woman once so beautiful and pure. Behold, in Germany the Spirit has withered and in France She has completely vanished from the scene. In Portugal and Greece She was completely undermined by interbreeding to never again appear as a Light in their midst.

In London on a public plain England’s angel is sitting in deep emotional pain, while he desperately tries to signal his despair to the Netherlands and Belgium. His message goes like this: Look, in the midst of Europe great viciousness is coming, while they are going to undermine each other in every way and therefore the end-time dragon will soon appear and he is a snail with very slippery slime from which the mark of the beast is going to appear.

In Switzerland on a mountain in the Alps on a very high cliff, there an angel is sitting and he blows very loudly on his trumpet while calling, look, the Saxon nations have undermined each other horribly and therefore the waters of the oceans now become red in some places and dirty-brown in other places and globally infrastructures turn into debris everywhere now.

An angel is sitting on a train, yes on a train on the way to the Vatican’s plain and he sings a song with words that rhyme while he tells of much pain that is coming. Yes he sings, this time I appear insignificant and small perhaps, but still the worm of death, to make with as I wish, still always stays mine and with it I am now on my way to a very evil brain, yes a sly mind that wanted to undermine God so cunningly on every terrain.

Over Europe an angel-sphere appears which shines dimmer and dimmer in the distance, with the last glow thereof beginning to disappear on that continent’s horizon. They sing a song that tells of a whore that would undermine everything Caucasian. Yes, they sing, pour the last gall-bitter wine for Babylon because look, her power is beginning to disappear quickly and all that will be left thereof is only the dragon’s slippery loathsome slime.