The holy reed is broken and angled and the chosen volk lies trampled into the mud. With the axe against the trunk, a high tree is chopped unexpectedly and blood is tapped from mankind, like rivers.  

Look, the rivers of blood begin to branch between Left and Right and in big civil wars, the big powers are quickly weakened.

Desperate the kings and bankers begin to patch everything together through one-world-citizenship. But it is too late and the boiling hot porridge lie spilled on the ground.

So what is Europe’s final step because the threatening war-thunderclouds are busy gathering and everyone trembles because they know that they are weak.

In unprecedented famine there is little and later there is nothing to stack on the shop shelves and in big droughts, the water level is now extremely, dangerously low.

The once holy reed lies broken and angled, yes with the once-pure volk trampled into the deepest mud.

The big pestilence, once as slow as a snail in its pace. It has quietly and quickly escaped to other countries now.

Look, it suddenly gives the entire world population a vicious smack and big mass graves lie wide and shallow. The world infrastructure begins to quickly weaken globally.

Wreck upon wreck lie everywhere and electricity is also lying upside down. Look, all the drinking water is dirty, bitter, poisonous and brackish and in unprecedented cholera, Africa especially becomes more weakened.

Sion knows it is now becoming time and she awaits the escape of the chosen ones, the children of God. She waits and she knows, because she will give them protection and shelter.

So the end-time-wind plays dolorously on its harp, yes on the tune of dirty, ragged national flags, flapping sadly and aimlessly in its movement.

The once pure reed lies broken and angled and the once holy volk lies trampled into the deepest mud of degeneration.