The Freemason boer is standing trembling in his trousers, trapped in a dangerous corner. Yes, while he pathetically calls: Cyril – Cyril, our big Freemason brother, he will protect us and preserve us. Oh, God is angry, He comes to visit the corrupted Boer with Judgment. Yes, He was tempted for long enough by this big, rotten part of His volk.

Look, the scarlet red little candle is displayed on the English cake and terrified the make-believe-courageous Freemason boer pisses in his diaper just like a newborn baby. Yes, since his origin as Hans-kaki (renegade), he has always been a coward and therefore he voluntarily goes under in the ode of his Freemason curse.

So come on now old Angus, come and cast your rusted, Christian, Freemason hook again and come and only catch a net full of rotten snoek for yourself. Yes, come and dissemble with your distorted bible book, while you also try to tempt the meagre remnant of Elohim’s volk. Come and wave your scarlet red cloth before the Bull so that the razor sharp Horn of God can visit you and your kind.

Yes, the Abomination boer calls the English royal house his blood brother, while they execute their commands like worms. Therefore, a big unrest begins in South Africa and the mouth of the white Liberalist is silenced forever.