Listen to the deep undertone of Satan the hell-demon. Matter is his home and from there he reigns from his abomination throne. His satanic crown glistens with the sheen of silver and gold. His splendor shines from the palaces of the world-kings, yes in extravagant show.

Satan has cloned himself into every liberal worldling, from where man blasphemes God and denies Him in each one of His ordained Orders. So all the nature-spirits now call for a deadly, untimely monsoon. Yes, they pray imploringly and ask God for a disrupted weather pattern.

The nature spirits call the waves that border all the beaches. They encourage them to flood the coastal areas with destructive tsunamis. They beg the mountains to begin to steam in volcanic cones. They ask the planet; oh do not keep your earthquakes in check any longer.

They order the fire fury, yes in threefold idiom, to display herself to mankind in full flame-hell. They whisper to the human fetus, come and show yourself in the miscarriage of a useless moron. So that the earth can rest and recover from the works of the human demon.

So, listen to Satan the hell-demon, there where he displays himself as an angel of the light in the world-churches. Yes, he stands there so disgustingly pious, while he excuses himself so hypocritically from all the misery on earth.

Look, in the center of the male hormone, the big war begins as a result of the testosterone of the mightiest men of the earth. And while the beast displays himself so mighty, he pays the salary of his human hordes with a triple six wage.