Lucifer has fallen like a star and has paid with his light for this. Then Heylel went and sat on his material throne, in a pitch-black cathedral.  

The Nimrod’s night descended and a one-world-order’s shining festival-lights have shone, in illusion, through the darkness.

The blood-sacrifice was brought closer and the congregations went and kneeled before the fantasy-child or their here-Balaam. Yes, because the entire bible was now translated into an abomination-lie.

In a dark night, without star or moon, with only a big Godly Silence, so terrifying, so fatal.

There the Jew eats his kosher, the Oriental his halaal, while the Christian chews desperately on her dry christmas meal.

So know, in fire and sulfur, in blood and hail, in famine and pain, beyond brutal, mankind now has to pay dearly for her sins.

Jerusalem has become lost, therefore Sion must quickly look for her and bring her. The Judgment comes and in total it is colossal.

Look, the atmosphere is already well irradiated with nuclear waste. Yes, from the sky to the deep coral.

The rider of death is called Grey and he runs with his scale for the deployment of 2020’s many cataclysms, so utterly fatal.

Blasphemously so verbal, mankind has failed God and therefore the end of the period will come to grind man into pieces.

So another Nimrod’s night is coming, descending from hell again, there where Heylel will again sit on his throne in a pitch-black world-cathedral.