In the rhythm of the Africa drum, the night flowered in fires. Die lion bleated, scared; while the newborn lamb growled dangerously, with exposed fangs. Time was over and in the Spirit of Confusion everyone was exceedingly stupid. Therefore the last path to eternity was impassable, skewed and crooked.

In the rhythm of the Africa drum, the truth is again disguised under a Mason-lie. Heaven is dumbfounded by the stupid naivety of the Boer. Look, in the shore-system, at the money-river of Babylon, the last ashes of the last Boer battalion is smoldering with smoke. With no troops, the many generals flee desperately for a little shelter in the dying light of the illusion-sun.

In a cashless system, Mammon in the old economy perishes completely, yes while the vultures desperately begin to crowd together for gold and silver. But in the big famine that comes, a third of the world-population quickly perishes, in shortened time.