An abominable flag is held high, desperately, and the last light of the smoking lamp burns so weak. This, while a trampled volk desperately clings to the last remnants of a rotting feast. There was an attempt to build a ridiculous future on the political garbage dump of yesterday. Therefore, an entire rainbow nation must deeply regret her foolish decisions.
Yes, an abominable flag is desperately held high while the money-god mournfully begins to dig its own grave. I hear a voice asking: who is walking there like a crippled, limping Muscovy? Look, it is the same beast that once would boast so smartly with the plucked feathers of the Peacock, yes a deed that the entire world would regret so deeply.
An abominable flag is desperately held high while the angel of death narrows his eyes at an entire country. Look, two are standing next to each other, the one’s eyes are black and the other one’s eyes are blue. Not one of the two was faithful to their roots. Therefore, all of society will deeply regret it. Both are busy snarling threats at each other. Yes, because both know that God’s Judgment has come and it is now.
An abominable flag is desperately held high and the smoking lamp of love burns so weak. Again I see two next to one another and the one is not faithful to the other one anymore. Look, it is now pitch-black eyes, glaring at each other with pitch-black eyes, with a bloody machete held over each other’s head. Next to them, there are another two, with brown and blue eyes, looking intently at each other, and threatening, the gun is pointed at each other.
A burning flag is now held high everywhere, while all colors and flavors are mourning, crying and moaning, over fallen neighbors. With fingers dipped in the blood of loved ones and then in charcoal and soot, a new war-camouflage is displayed in a God-oath on white faces, in revenge-retribution.
Listen to Juda’s bloodcurdling cry, in a penetrating, paralyzing shout and finally the trampled nation shows their remorse before Elohim. The urine of fleeing multitudes begins to dampen the grass-plains and the manure of the enemy will build fertile ground for the new period. A beautiful shining white flag is defiantly held high for Elohim and the standing troops for this consist of child, man and woman. All this time the unused trench was built as the mass grave. But the sweet victory is short to behold.
Look, a Freemason hand pulls a string in God-treason and a one-world flag is raised in the sky above God’s flag. Oh, how dark is the night that will now enfold the earth. But just look up, there from the deepest blue comes the Rescuing call of the big Eagle. Sion is safely kept away from the world-judgment, because she is the one who will rebuild the New Jerusalem.