The world-path lies askew and crooked, with the night flowering open in darkness over the nations. In this enormous darkness there is no sun that shines, and there is bitter Absinthe in the world-water-source. In the forthcoming chaos, there is no rhythm in the Africa drum anymore, and the once-strong soldiers die because of cholera and malaria.  

The corrugated iron sheet in the squatter camp changes into outdated carton, while the liberalist, now also inhabitants thereof, perish in it. Oh, the night is dark and gradually the last light of Eskom disappears. So, where is the Jew now with his empty promises and false shalom? Look, he is sitting with the useless corpse of Mammon. So Edom also dies. For long enough he was disguised as the Englishman in the Brit.

In the big noise that now comes worldwide, nobody hears the call of the Africa drum anymore. Look, it is replaced by the rhythm of bomb upon bomb. In Europe the masses begin to growl at their authorities, while big crowds gather in bloodlust in the streets.

The pope stands astounded. The Vatican’s ceiling lies powdered on the earth. So where are the priest and nun hiding?   The drone of passenger planes become silent and mute and passenger trains are standing abandoned next to the station platform.

All this time, democracy was disguised in autocracy. At the voting station, the rosette lies trampled, and cast away on one side lies the once-cheerful pom-pom. Yes, because the world politics is busy dying slowly but surely.

The world-path lies askew and crooked and everywhere the infrastructure is falling, in towns and cities, built of steel, glass and concrete. The kings were stupid. So, where is their guard of honor in the deceased royal squadron? The abominations of the bankers weigh a ton before God and therefore the card house of the economy now collapses completely.