The Archer (Sagittarius) draws his bow and he hits the target and the Lion changes into a mole at once. The big ones of the earth are reeled in like mushy fish dead tired of struggling. Yes, the guillotine falls and the heads roll. In high ranks, death now takes its toll securely and cruelly. An angel calls: Oh woe to the day of politics and also the so false protocol. Look, the time has come and in chaos everything is upside down.
The Archer (Sagittarius) shoots and he hits the center of the target. In the dwindling water pool of the Fish there floats an enormous stinking turd. The stench of Death now moves right around the globe and the kings and the bankers begin to run blindly and without direction in all directions. The Word in the Revelation calls loudly: Woe oh woe to the day of all legislation and of all hypocritical protocol. Yes, with all of the West and the East now wanting to go on the run with a big third world war.
The Archer (Sagittarius) draws his bow and he hits center in the target and the Virgin (Virgo) stands heavily pregnant, round and full. An age-old German dances and turns joyfully and he calls cheerfully, victoriously: Jawohl! In South Africa the rivers and dams suddenly becomes overfull to the point of bursting. The pope is now a real old sour prune, completely too late he begins to page through an age old scroll.
The Archer (Sagittarius) now shoots arrow after arrow and all of them hit the target accurately. The water carrier (Aquarius), by name Peter, puts his bucket down shyly and silently he draws his hidden dagger. Look, the entire planet turns into a terrifying whirlpool overnight. All the presidents suddenly only speak their own language and everyone desperately asks for an interpreter.
She Archer (Sagittarius) shoots again and again he hits the target in the center. The Bull (Taurus) is wounded and furiously he comes running with thundering hooves. From all the Caucasian nations the sealed ones rise up now as God’s one chosen nation. Look, in unprecedented world hunger, on the world’s dining table there stands a big, completely empty, rusted pot. Nobody buys the beautiful weaving materials, cotton or wool anymore and fuel and petrol are in surplus.
The Archer draws his bow and he hits the target in the center and the Scorpion begins to spin around askew with an Absinthe poison bag. The Scale (Libra) falls with unprecedented cataclysms causing chaos everywhere. Yes the guillotine falls and on the news bulletin it is just VIP heads rolling. Nowhere are there any joyful, merry world festivals with people dancing or frolicking around anymore. So, woe therefore to all of world politics with its hypocritical protocol.