Oh, it is the hour and the writing is on the wall. Yes, with only the Spirit of Division, now as the cleansing cure. Everyone now begins to glare at each other suspiciously. The West cannot endure the result of her own stupid mistakes any longer. Her citizens demand answers and ask straight forward and accurately: Who is human and who is beast, yes who is Homo sapiens and who is creature?  

Heaven answers her: You oh human is now the beast and therefore you are too late, so close your new, hopeful dossier. Look, all of Europe is completely disfigured by abomination interbreeding. In your own liberal eyes, you were just the tiger and your tendency and you lusted after every color, flavor and craze.

Look, for however long your last bit of time will still last, your prospects are extremely bad and bleak. For too long you, oh West, has closely rubbed shoulders with your enemy. Therefore you now pay dearly for your mistakes.

Oh it is the hour and with the end-time writing already written on the old world wall of dilapidated infrastructures, the world-bread is now rotten and their wine is as sour as vinegar. So the Spirit of Division comes, bloody, as the cure. There is nobody that is going to manage the European Union successfully.