It is time and everyone choose their side, yes between good and bad, in whatever class or position. Yes the hourglass is empty, standing without salt or sand, with this entire country soon completely ablaze.

I hear a worldling calling: there is nothing that I can pawn my soul for because soon every cent or rand in all hard cash will be completely finished.

The hourglass is empty, without any salt or sand. With satan’s child, in the Jewish-hybrid he came to land as the false messiah in Western circles. The Boer bows respectfully as his subordinate, and humbly, crawling, they still turn the other cheek. Willing they get into the harness to once again bow to the Englishman. Look, they do it without coercion, because they so very much like to stand under the European whore-rank.

The hourglass is empty, it is standing without salt or sand and so every liberal spirit has landed in its own sewage. So, where is the once flashy reason and where is the common sense, yes in a country where a volk would pawn their precious heritage for cheap idolatry? So, cheer so deafening once again oh fallen volk, over one more try, or is it now a four, planted neatly between the posts.

The hourglass is empty and it is standing without salt or sand, with the last warning-letters burned into the end-time wall. With words that say: You oh Boer-volk, was weighed and found too light and therefore it becomes time for the chaff to burn in the fire oven.