The image of Nebuchadnezzar is standing with his hands spread wide, grotesque and wild. Yes, with Raca’s hair frizzled in all four wind directions. He comes to destroy the West because the mushy wet clay is busy rusting the iron.  

So, listen to the Grey Horse wildly, ominously snorting. Know that with his forthcoming dangerous speed, there are few that can duck the danger. Look, in this process the big cities of America and Europe are completely destroyed.

Nuclear bombs are calling: Under our onslaught, there is no prosperity, no profit or any harvest. Therefore, listen also to the big silences in the mine pit. The bankers, the big ones and the kings are deeply saddened by this. While war recklessly speeds across the world in increasingly wider circles.

With misery upon misery now raging globally, bankrupt governments are now standing powerless against each other, with beggar-hat in hand. They sell their men and women to pay with their lives for other countries.

Two lie on one bed, two are grinding at the mill, and the one has to greet the other now, forever. Yes, because the image of Nebuchadnezzar is standing grotesquely and wild in one-world-citizenship. So, woe to any miscegenation (blood-intermixing), because the wet clay is busy rusting the iron.