You oh priest, minister and pastor, behold, you act so pious and great, yes, just the quasi philosopher and this while you praise and glorify the abomination works of the world. Behold, your marquee tent, your abomination tabernacle, stretched so tightly over your impure head, this I will tear in half and the foundation of your church I will crumble and I will cleave open its structure because you have robbed the pure chronicle of the true faith in Me.

You oh false prophet, did you know, the True Word of God only comes through blood-sweat. Yes, you also knew, oh false prophet, since before the birth of a true God-prophet, the entire heaven and hell had already known of such a mission. Did you know, oh false prophet, that the end of a period is measured to the large number of false prophets.

Did you, oh false prophet, also knew, that you bring infinitely much judgment and through this so much sorrow because the hairy garment was never destined to be your garment. Did you know oh false prophet, from Hell and Hades a double measure is meted to you and this because of your big haughtiness, where you, oh false prophet, so much wanted to be known as God-prophet.