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Through the Word, coming from the hairy robe. Very few wanted to know something about the Truth or the Wisdom. So there was once a prophet, with the name Poor Pateet. Yes, a despicable name, one that the haughty ones of the earth, confined in the deepest hell, would never forget.

Each one now measured with their own measure, the wage is carefully measured out. In the moaning of gnashing teeth, the worldling now stands in cold sweat. So endless cries of anguish come from this afflicted world now.

Yes, a terrifying noise which all dimensions immediately want to forget. Listen therefore to the seas that roars. While the angry wild winds blow. So the big fires also begin to move with haste everywhere, with volcanoes blowing off their own tops.

Death is boss, while the vultures prey. So the big ones, together with the rich, are standing with gnashing teeth, deeply astonished over their big fall. Once there was a prophet with the name Poor Pateet. The Spirit of God Himself was camouflaged in this unattractive, hairy robe.

Look, the Wisdom in this was hidden in code and could therefore analyze the future accurately. The prophet also did not lack the gift of clairvoyance. Therefore listen to the cry of distress of mankind. Yes, that tells of unprecedented sorrow upon sorrow. Know that the final binding of the period has now finally arrived.

Yes, just listen to the ocean roaring in tsunamis. See the untamed, unprecedented wild winds blowing everything away in its path. Look, and see the angel of fire rushing everywhere, destructively. And know Death is boss over the entire world. Yes, with the Vultures that carry on preying and preying in the big feast.