You oh false prophet, you once faked a heart attack into a make-belief miracle, behold, a day will come when you will face the real deal.

You oh false prophet, you serve a volk from a lake filled with slime, adorned by the grimacing stray spirit of a thousand devils.

You oh false prophet, all Truth has receded from you long ago and therefore all your thousands of followers will perish, through your lies, together with you in satan’s realm of death.

You oh false prophet, you have enriched yourself with Mammon’s-wage (money) under God’s Name, while a stupid Afrikaner volk followed behind your abomination English tongue like mindless animals.

You oh false prophet, behold, in a new strategy the world order let the already fallen holy place follow behind you in their thousands, while the last Pure Spirit recedes from them.

You oh false prophet, a nice white marble grave, with a handshake and an Oak leaf displayed on it, and underneath it a rotten dead corpse, in which the worm of death bites so deliciously.

You oh false prophet, with your thousands of living dead that follow behind you, you teach them to look up to you and not to God in their own hearts.

You oh false prophet, behold your judgment day is coming, when you will face the real deal, yes you will face Elijah.