Behold, the fat is in the fire and an old covenant has already expired long ago in the churches’ liberal doctrine. Therefore get the Boer-freemasons together because the Child or Revelation will never ever be born from their midst.  

The “Bikers” now gather everywhere and the tin-goat riders form a new world-order lager under new pretenses. So, gather the Boer-freemasons now so that they can side unanimously under the orders of England and Co.

Their cattle become scarce and their cows become skinny and their scabby livestock become completely hairless. Look, the mite frolic in their empty wheat ear. Therefore gather all the Boer-freemasons now together in one kraal.

Behold, there is no covenant that will spare their blood, no Ark or Cherub that will keep them safe. With Raca’s smoking fires flaming high, fires that will not subside soon, there is no golden future for them to stare at hopefully.

So, gather the Boer-freemasons now. Look, soon almost the entire volk will truly suffer and it becomes time for similar ones to gather together. But know, at Blood River, there will never ever again stand, the small Voortrekkers lager.