The trumpeters are blowing their throats hoarse. They call: It is now time, therefore break the first seal. Look, the plague cannot stop breeding and the authorities cannot stop stealing. In the stampede of the big mutiny and looting, nobody can restrain themselves. Yes, there where burnt cities are still smoldering in their ashes.  

There is nobody that can heal the land and the sealed ones are beginning to become very bored. Soon the old castle will also burn in the Cape. The rainbow nation is divided, not into two, but indeed into four, five, six or seven parts. And not one of them can be recommended.

In the adulation of various faith-denominations, the loud bang of God’s whip resounds. The messengers call themselves hoarse: It is time, therefore break the second seal now oh archangels.