In die desolate play park where the swing is waving around hauntingly in the Wind. Yes, in the empty park, where the same Wind is paging slowly through a damaged, discarded bible. In the cruel flight of the hungry crow, the turtle dove follows him in flight to reap the pure harvest.

An Angel calls; Yes, what was sown is now reaped. Therefore let the cock crows three times in South Africa now, for the last time. Because the Mason men betrayed their own blood for England. They have haughtily turned their back on their own kind. In this way the puppet masters now destroy their own marionettes. And all the Boer forums stand badly betrayed through their own treason.

An old camelthorn tree stands withered and dead, while the Wind will blow victoriously over the grave of a false prophet. Yes, the fig tree is standing burned and dead, while a discarded cock is crowning for the last time in its black-scorched branches. But with the Word despised, wasted, the child of Revelation was indeed born in his cradle so beautiful. Well fed and bathed, Sion is cheered and applauded by a heaven host for the last phase.

Through the Great God-sealing, Jerusalem’s path is widely sown with His Mercy. Therefore, let the scales fall, so that the seven Seals can discharge themselves completely. With the Wind blowing through the desolate world play park, so that the empty swing can wave around hauntingly in the Breeze. Yes, with the same Wind paging slowly, mocking and softly through a false discarded bible.