Behold oh church, I abhor your work because you wash My children with a dirty washcloth permeated with muck. Yes, your congregations are now completely possessed and mad because they are strengthened with the filth of satan. You oh Catholic church, from you I have withdrawn Myself completely, long ago, and for you oh Protestant church I also do not have any place in My Holy Assembly any longer.

You oh church, the big advocate of the mark of the abomination beast, your judgment is coming and it is without end or limit. Look, in your forecourt lays a pitch-black angel with a broken wing and all your bishops are shuddering because they know it is too late to withdraw. Your pope is standing ready at hell’s gate because all your teachers have been raised for perdition for a long time.

Therefore oh church I abhor your abomination work, because you wash My children with a dirty cloth permeated with muck and your sacrifices are impure animals, rotten and decayed, that have been dead for a long time. Your praise-songs only tell of your abomination work and all your music instruments can only awaken demons and therefore the eternal abyss is your only future home. So, pour the abomination sparkling wine and drink the loathsome world beer because look, the entire world map will soon be disfigured by human blood.