With the signs of the times now spelled out against the dark sky, the Angel of God is standing victorious, high on Sion’s Top. He blows warningly on his trumpet and behold, the fool still lingers, but the wise has evacuated just in time.

Yes, the Angel blows loudly on His Trumpet and the once- blue sea begins to froth wildly and the sky and water become dirty and brown. Many towns and cities change into dumps of ruins while man desperately but in vain tries to clean up everything.

The Angel of God stands high on Sion’s Top and victorious He blows on His trumpet. Look, Judgment against the Caucasian pigment, already ninety present browned in interbreeding, was already spelled out. Therefore, large numbers of them will disappear into thin air.

The East and the West gamble in poker and chess and both think they are standing high on the victory-dune. The West plays a farcical game; yes, they fake and suck scary stories from their thumb. The East weighs the pros and cons and decides not to wait any longer with their attack.

Unexpectedly, a strange plume of smoke appears on the horizon. Look, the moon becomes a hairy sack and the sun becomes a dirty red-brown. Death becomes aggressive, now in a dangerous mood and therefore large numbers will become frozen to death in unprecedented cold.

Yes, the Great Angel of Elohim is standing on Sion’s Top and He blows Victorious on His Judgment Trumpet. Look, it is too late for the liberal world-fool to escape or evacuate from his state of emergency.