O, in the Jewry’s pale grey Sabbath Shalom, the excess masses now perish in record numbers in the realm of death. Look, at once the young men stand old, sickly and crooked, while the young women’s hopeful song is suddenly, amazed, muted into silence. The once so strong fortress walls of Babylon, now all fall down into irreparable rubbish dumps. In a miserable grave, the leftovers rot, yes the corpse of the fallen, once mighty giant, Mammon.

Oh, in the Jewry’s pitch black Sabbath Shalom, the bankers and the kings begin to gather around each other, desperate and distressed. Look, to their eternal downfall, the snow white evening flower now begins to flower pitch black in the clear daylight, as a sign.

Oh, in the Jewry’s tough, blood-red Sabbath Shalom, in the circumcision lurks the old, dried out withered foreskins of a guru rabbi and the pope, glued together in one lie. Most of their historic scrolls were only the twisted echo versions of the rule periods of kings, compiled in a lie-source. Yes, Lucifer himself, as the angel of light, disguised in the Christian churches.

Look, in the victory of the Eighth Day of the Mountain Fortress Sion, the dark Sabbath Shalom of the Jewry finally perishes. In this thousand year period of peace, the New Jerusalem stands in the Glorious Beams of Elohim’s New Heaven-government, in His inexhaustible Center Sun.