Depression is a deep dark hole and the last bit of light therein has scattered into a thousand particles. The night is pitch black and the holy place lies crushed and trampled. There is no place to where complete freedom can escape. Look, for the child of God, there is no world-citizenship.

The holy altar is built with bricks of sorrow. The holy sacrifice on the holy altar, is Sion’s own, living, beating heart. But God consoles her and Judgment takes the first quarter out of the world population. Yes, for long enough an evil world has teased and mocked God.

Depression is a deep dark barrel and the last hope of mankind is trampled into a bloody pulp. The big ones of the earth begin to drain the wine and it is human tears, born from war-sorrow.

Judgment comes and he takes an enormous bite out of the very last, blessed bread. In world-famine, one after the other king is beheaded. Among meagre leftovers, people scratch around frantically and desperately. Man learns once again to mend his tattered clothes again.

Depression is a deep, dark hole and the last noble trees are chopped down for firewood. Look, a devil and an angel come waking hand in hand through the veld. Someone asks: What is white and what is black again? So, what is lie and what is truth because in madness everything is just an insane joke now. Yes, depression is a deep dark barrel and from the last grape harvest, human blood is drained now.