The hell demons think they are gods and in a toast, they now raise their “gods-drink” victoriously. On the Southern side against the heaven-sky, a fallen heaven-watchman is hanging, briefly stranded. Desperate he lifts his hand and the burning heaven-sky around him begins to burn away his shackles.  

So listen to his enormous fall, yes right through the barriers of his own sound. The last sand falls through the hourglass, and man is caught off guard. Africa is the very first to land in the hot soup. Behold, also in Europe the first, then the second and then the third financial bank fold and the Jew is now left to his own stench.

So, woe to the euro, the dollar, the english pound and also the rand. Woe also to everything related to the global world-money. America is already standing blindfolded on the fall-plank of the gallows. Then all of the West will run sick, askew and limping. They exclaim to the world: It is a fart for thanks.

But depression now began to creep around China and her allies, smothering them. India and her neighboring countries now land in terrible famine. In this period, Russia only takes its own side because they also experience poverty.

From both the West and the East a dangerous war-flank now forms. Many immigrants now desperately long for their fatherland. For the last time the liberalist pathetically turns the other cheek again. To the bitter end, they are afraid of everything and everyone except God.

On the Southern side, against the heaven-sky, a fallen star is hanging, burning dangerously. So, wherever Absinthe is going to land on earth, fear and madness reigns everywhere, and nowhere is there a bit of reason or common sense to be found.