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America, once so blessed, but now liberal, cursed land. From your darkness, the very old hybrid-dog reigns briefly now. Look, from the death-pale-grey of your make-believe new, but already long-established, rotten political background. There your world-citizens soon lie mortally wounded in their thousands.

America, across your plains the very old hybrid dog gives howling barks. Look, his soldiers lie like poor worms on the ground before him. But through treason from his own midst he will indeed, sooner or later, have to bond with death. The dollar falls down far, together with her English sister’s pound.

America, your economy once so fat, round and healthy, is now deadly sick, yes incurably unhealthy. But still the abomination-lies flow from your abomination-, mason-media, one-world-order mouth.

America, where is your once-so-beautiful, blue- and brown-eyed children, so pure blond? Where are your big blessings in your once-so-fertile ground? With only anarchy everywhere around you now, your very old, stupid, pale-grey hybrid-dog reigns briefly.

America, you, once-so-chosen, but now cursed land. Look how the treason drips from you liberal tongue. Listen to the time’s last carillon in gong upon gong. See, burning the coming big explosion is already glowing, for the first phase of Armageddon, on the already shortened fuse of the atom bomb.