The cup of Fury beckoned the people and nations closer. He commanded: Pour and drink, you will now drink oh human because in haughtiness your kings thought that they shine, as stars brighter than the sun, far above God’s throne.  

A big moaning then resounded across the earth, because the cup of war was overflowing with human blood. Look, there comes a day and on that day, millions will be killed in a single hour.

So who will be left to sing the mourning song on that day? Yes, in once beautiful cities, now destroyed and changed into ruins? While the Big Destruction will ripple outward, wide across the earth. All the trade- and warships will sink to the bottom of the sea.

On that day all the hell-demons will extravagantly frolic and dance around. Yes, to the beat of machinegun fire resounding right across the entire earth. On that day all the world-parents will be killed cruelly. With all their children mutilated there where they drown in their own puddles of blood.

The vultures will triumph in the feast of death which will stink globally, unbearably. So the Cup of Fury will be poured for the nations in the nearby future. With the archangels calling: Under God’s orders, you oh mankind, will drink and drink until your wailing will resound wide, through eternity.