Oh listen to the sad sound, yes the big poverty, whistling its sad song monotonously on one note. Look, the big hunger is in a quiet, dangerous mood and the words of his song go like this: The world is filthy and dirty, and the earth is nothing but a rubbish dump, a dangerous Hades-pit-of-death. So where can mankind still hide and where will they cry because globally the last love was exchanged for hate.

So listen to the rattling of automatic machinegun fire occurring everywhere. See the masses committing mutiny and plundering everywhere and know there is nobody who will be able to stop or halt the big world-riot. On street corners where emaciated snotnose children sulk for moldy leftover bread. Yes, there where prostitutes as well as virgins try to offer their services in vain, just to get something edible, even if it is only a piece of dry rusk. So, where can man still hide for survival and who can they cry to because the last bit of sympathy was exchanged for numbness.

Oh just behold all the fires, it destroys towns, cities, farms, fields, forests and shrubs and in horrible executions, burning human flesh can be smelled everywhere. Yes, listen to the loud cracking of breaking windows and see the destroyed doors not safely locked anymore. The murderous masses have already used up the last loot. So the liberalist calls, oh where will we hide and who will we cry to because God has also already closed His ears to the big noise of the world-madness.

Oh listen to the roaring of the empty belly and see the shards of the broken oil jar. Know that it is the end-product of a liberal democracy doctrine that contemptuously wanted to decide against the order of God. Therefore, it is too late to want to sorrowfully blow the nose in self-remorse because all that is left to the liberalist is to try to plunder and commit mutiny together with the masses in their madness, there where nothing is left. So, where will the worldling hide and to who will they cry because the last bit of common sense was exchanged for madness.