Come oh Sion, come and knock down the big abomination now. Look, the big day is coming. The day of the pitch-black sun. On that day when the earth will begin to rumble and growl dangerously. Yes on that day when the people and nations will crowd around their own filth like fat, pitch-black blowflies, to hum their discontent towards Elohim.

Therefore Oh Sion, knock down the abomination in your own midst, yes in your own soul. Look, it is nothing but a dead system, namely the material Matrix world-spirit, in every regard so self-destructive stupid.

Come therefore, oh Sion, knock the big abomination down. Just look at the signs of the times and see Elohim’s big Mercy Cloud Column stretching over your head. Yes, open your spiritual eye and see the Tree of Life, in full bloom right in front of your eyes. Therefore, withdraw yourself from Mammon, because he is the god of Sodom and in your flight of freedom, do not look back ever again.

Come oh Sion and knock down the image of the big abomination. This period is already so old, sickly and crooked. Yes, the earth is tired of Edom’s gluttony. Look, he is glued to the DNA genepool of the Jew and his peace-call has always just been a false shalom. Therefore, the nations now begin to growl dangerously at each other and globally the bombs begin to flower and mighty infrastructures of cement and concrete crumble like insignificant card houses of paper and carton.

So, for your survival oh Sion, knock down the big abomination now, because the Gog and Magog are marching closer in an enormous world battalion. Look, Satan is standing grotesque, so blindingly disguised as the false peace angel of light (as the enlightened). For the last time he invites all of Christianity to his world whorehouse, namely the church salon.

So come, oh come now Sion and listen to the Call of your Savior, the Big Bastion, and knock down the big abomination in your own midst. Look, the big Day of Elohim is fast approaching. Therefore do not, like a yelping jackal, yes like scavenging animals, gather around the already perished dunghill of Mammon any longer.