I hear a Voice sneering: Oh, why is the liberalist standing there so fragile and pathetically bare, while their self-created cold night is descending ominously upon them and this without any blanket or warm scarf. Yes, I hear the voice asking: And why does this cruel night have such a sharp smell of acid, fire, blood and sulphur.

I hear the Voice that sneers: Pay, pay your debt oh liberalist, ten thousand times and a thousand times more. Therefore, look at God’s scale, there where your abominations are causing it to fall sharply. Yes, there where you are standing, crawling before your gods, serving your Plural.

I hear a Voice sneering: Failed, failed, because your motto oh liberal, was so neutral and Blasphemously you verbally insulted the Set-apart Holy Place. In your towers and your heights you worship Baal and together with your friends you feast on halaal and therefore you will pay with your blood in Raca’s kraal.

I hear a Voice sneering: Oh listen you liberalist, how you curse and scold in your world English language, while your self-created dark cold night begins to descend upon you. Look, there is no cure for your disease, yes for your suicide disorder. So pay, pay oh liberalist, because you have completely failed your own race in every way.