In the Balaam doctrine, in the concoction seed potato, death is lurking for the abomination potato farmer. Yes, there are thistles in the silage. So, summon the Retribution angels to the threshing floor now.

Who is standing so upright and stalwart before the abomination flag, but in heart and soul commits lechery with the daughters of the big whore? Yes, while they stir up all DNA, in intermixing, in the big political- and church pot.

Just listen to the false dove, cooing false peace again, while he tries to feed thousands with his one-world-order lie.

His foolish followers think that they are feasting on a honey-sweet watermelon. But to their shock they discover that all this time they are choking on an indigenous – interbred with alien – half tasteless, bitter, wild-watermelon.

Yes, while Balaam is peeking through uncle Angus’ sly little eyes at God’s property, there are thistles in the silage of the four horses of Revelation.

So, summon the Retribution angels to the big threshing floor now, because in the half-breed Balaam concoction, death is peeking at, whichever, once-misguided potato farmer.