Oh listen to the distress call, the ominous warning of the big grey old owl. He calls, evil upon evil, oh where will man be able to hide? In towns and cities, moaning and crying resound and the enemy even crushes the heads of toddlers, who tragically try to, as cute as possible, sulk to receive mercy from their murderers. With many parents wishing that they could exchange their luxury home for a safe shack somewhere in a distant region.

Yes, listen at midnight, the owl calls ominously and hurriedly many try to exchange their money for gold. Everything is in chaos, with alleys and streets so destroyed and dirty. I hear a liberal voice calling: I am longing for death’s deepest pit because nowhere can I find a place where my soul can still take refuge in rest.

Oh listen to the warning distress call of the big old grey owl and see death coming at a gallop in the image of Raca on a dirty, grey old mule. Everywhere resound the pitiful moaning of women and children, while the strong men soil themselves completely.

Yes, the announcer in the image of an owl, unexpectedly calls evil upon evil. So, where will all the liberals be able to hide for safety, so hopeful and in vain? Therefore, sing oh Sion, to Elohim’s honor, and in this period proclaim His Salvation to Jerusalem while you bow down enraptured before His Sole Kingship. Let your song of praise become great in jubilation. Let they thank Him, yes they who still obedient and faithfully are pulling in His Almighty, Set-Apart Harness.

So listen to the call of the big, grey, yes wild old owl. Listen, he is calling: Come oh Sion, it is time to take shelter in the arms of your Elohim. He will dry your tears, you are finished crying. Look, He commands, do not touch my anointed ones and do no harm to My prophet, because they will blissfully come and take shelter, under My protection.